In Maddison's last visit to the ancient city, she encountered a man. More surprising was what he lacked on his face....He wore no mask.A hundred years since the Great Disaster and he not only lived beyond infancy, but he breathed the air. No one breathed free air anymore at the risk of dying cancerous and crazed.Nothing of value is free—not the water, not the land, not the food......and certainly not the air.

Stories are written by the winners. Winners who never fail to paint themselves in a 'favorable' light. I've been called evil. Twisted. Strange. Heartless.All fair assessments; I dispute none of these claims. In fact, I hold my head high while confessing to the evil, twisted, strange, and heartless things that I've done. The things, those ignorant of the truth, would condemn. But all people are capable of all things under the right conditions, good or bad.Don't believe me? I...

In Maddison's last visit to the ancient city, she encountered a man. More surprising was what he lacked on his face....He wore no mask.A hundred years since the Great Disaster and he not only lived beyond infancy, but he breathed the air. No one breathed free air anymore at the risk of dying cancerous and crazed.Nothing of value is free—not the water, not the land, not the food......and certainly not the air.