Inhuman

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Authors: Kat Falls

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CONTENTS

TITLE PAGE

DEDICATION

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

NINETEEN

TWENTY

TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-TWO

TWENTY-THREE

TWENTY-FOUR

TWENTY-FIVE

TWENTY-SIX

TWENTY-SEVEN

TWENTY-EIGHT

TWENTY-NINE

THIRTY

THIRTY-ONE

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

COPYRIGHT

Now that I was actually on the roof of the skyscraper, I was having second thoughts. Maybe it was the spotlights sweeping the streets below, or the patrol planes flying in pairs along the top of the Titan wall, or maybe it was just my good sense reasserting itself. What we were about to do was not only stupid and dangerous, but also illegal, and in my sixteen years of life I’d made a point of avoiding activities that could be described with even one of those adjectives.

I paused halfway across the roof, letting the boys hurry ahead. “I’m suffocating.” I tugged at the scrap of white vinyl — supposedly a vest, more like a corset — that I’d somehow let Anna talk me into wearing tonight. Without a shirt.

“Don’t be such a slave to comfort.” Anna pulled my hands away from the vest and gave me the once-over. Her short curls bobbed with her nod of approval. “Funny how a tight top can loosen a girl right up.”

“I’m not sure loose is a good thing at thirty stories up.”
Or ever, for that matter,
I thought.

“Now remember, I want it back, so don’t go wild.” Her dark eyes narrowed as she took in the rooftop gardens around us. “And no rolling in the dirt.”

“Ew.”

“Not even if Orlando asks nicely.”

“Ew again. I told you: I am not into Orlando.” Curiosity had propelled me up here, not the desire to roll around with either of the guys we’d come with — guys who were now fighting over the remote control for a toy hovercopter.

“It’s my ’copter.” Camden clutched the toy while warding Orlando off with an elbow.

“My roof.” Orlando latched on to Camden’s wrist. Anyone hearing them would think they were first graders, not seniors.

Music and laughter floated up from the penthouse below, and I wondered what part of tonight would upset Orlando’s parents the most. That their son was having a party while they were out of town, or that he was on top of their building compromising national security? Probably the latter, though having so many people in their apartment — touching things, spreading germs — that would send a chill down any parent’s spine.

Suddenly the boys’ tussling sent them lurching toward the roof’s edge. I gasped and Anna clapped her hand to her mouth. Just as fast, they reversed direction, still grunting and scuffling, completely oblivious to how close they’d come to falling. I exhaled slowly. As much as I loved animals — even the strays — I hated it when boys acted like animals. Out of control. Vying for dominace. Ugh.

“If you’re not into Orlando, why are we up here?” Anna demanded.

“You know why.” I swept a hand toward the wall that loomed like a mountain range, even though it was just across the street. “The Feral Zone.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Yes!” Orlando wrested the remote control from Camden’s grip and lifted his arm in triumph. “Let’s get this baby in the air.”

I split my long ponytail into two sections and yanked them apart, forcing the rubber band tight against my scalp. The tighter my hair was pulled back, the better my brain worked. Anna reluctantly followed me over to the roof’s edge. I’d never been so close to the top of the Titan before and the sheer enormity of it loosened a flutter in my chest. The reparation wall, the quarantine line, the blight — all the names for the wall, even the bitter ones, were said with awe. Because the Titan wasn’t just any wall. At seven hundred feet tall, it towered over downtown Davenport and stretched to infinity in either direction. The guards stationed along the top all had their guns and telescopes pointed east, toward the half of America that was lost to us — now known as the Feral Zone.

That’s what really carbonated my blood: the thought that via toy hovercopter, I might finally get to see what was over there. When the wall went up eighteen years ago, that part of the country became as mysterious to us as Africa was to the rest of the world in the nineteenth century. The Feral Zone was our Dark Continent.

Anna, however, seemed immune to the zone’s allure. She took one look at the gun turrets and scooted back, her dark skin ashen. “This is a very bad, very stupid idea.”

“Worst-case scenario, I’m out a camera,” I said lightly.

“Really?” She propped her fists on her hips. “ ’Cause I’d say the worst-case scenario is we all get shot for crossing the quarantine line.”

“We’re not crossing. That is.” Orlando pointed at the toy hovercopter in Camden’s hands. “And it can’t catch a virus. So technically, we’re not breaking quarantine.” His blond hair was as rumpled as his shirt. At least he wasn’t in his bathrobe, which was what he usually wore during our virtual classes even though we were supposed to log on every morning at eight, fully dressed.

Camden tipped the mini hovercopter to check the camera that I’d attached to the underside. He gave a nod. “Let’s do this before it gets too dark to see anything.”

We probably wouldn’t see anything anyway. The toy hovercopter had to fly over the wall and across the Mississippi River before it officially reached the Feral Zone. But I would be happy even with a distant shot — one that I could enlarge later.

I lifted my dial, which hung on a delicate chain around my neck. We all wore them. For our parents, the glowing discs were more than just phones. Our dials were their spy cameras. With a push of a button, a dad could see what his daughter was doing (and with whom) through her dial’s screen, even if she didn’t “take” the call — like that was ever an option.

With a tap, I activated the link between my dial and the camera. A second later, Camden’s feet popped up on the dial’s round screen. I pointed at him. “Action.”

Camden lifted the hovercopter over his head. “Let ’er rip.”

Orlando flicked a button on the remote, the rotor blades started whirling and the toy lifted out of Camden’s hands. The boys whooped and punched the air. Anna met my gaze with an arched brow.

I smiled. “Come on, you know you want to see what’s over there.”

“I know what’s over there.” She plucked a bottle of hand sanitizer from the back pocket of my jeans. “Rubble and disease.”

“And mutants,” Camden added without taking his eyes from the little hovercopter zooming toward the wall.

“There are no mutants.” Anna squeezed a glob of gel into her palm. “Everyone over there is dead.”

Orlando thumbed the remote, putting the hovercopter into a steeper trajectory. “If everyone’s dead, why do we have guards patrolling the wall night and day?”

I looked up from my dial. “To keep the chimpacabras out.”

“Don’t even bring that crap up.” Anna chucked the bottle of sanitizer back to me. “Because of you, I still sleep with the light on.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have begged me to tell you about them every time we had a sleepover,” I said with a laugh.

Camden glanced over. “What’s a chimpacabra?”

“Nothing. A monster my dad made up.” Back when I’d believed his stories. Well, half believed. He’d started telling me fairy tales about a brave little girl and her adventures in the Feral Zone when I was eight, right after my mom died. She used to sing to me before bed. Stories were Dad’s way of filling in the silence.

“A chimpacabra is a mole-monkey thing that has poison spit and lives underground over there.” Anna pointed beyond the wall with a shudder. “It creeps out at night to steal kids from their beds. One bite and you’re paralyzed and you can’t even scream while it eats you alive.”

I tore my gaze from my dial to stare at my best friend. “Um, Annapolis, chimpacabras aren’t real. My dad made them up. Well …” I couldn’t resist. “I mean, I think he did.”

Anna circled a hand in front of her face. “See me not laughing.”

At least Camden laughed.

“Here we go,” Orlando crowed as the toy hovercopter sailed over the top of the Titan. “Fifty feet across and we’re —” Loud popping cut off his words.

My dial cut to black and I looked toward the wall. “What happened?”

Along the far side of the ramparts, gun turrets swiveled toward the West, all taking aim at the sputtering hovercopter.

“Get down!” Camden dropped into a crouch as more shots rang out. Anna and I hunkered next to him, but Orlando took off for the door to the stairwell.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “There’s no way for them to know where the ’copter came from.” Just then a spotlight swooped across the roof of the next building, scouring the shadows as it arced toward us. “Oh, crap. Run!”

Anna and I bolted with Camden at our heels. We dove through the door to the stairwell. Two minutes later, we slipped into the zoo that was Orlando’s living room, acting like we’d been there all along.

Anna and Camden collapsed on the couch laughing. I couldn’t — not with my heart still lodged in my throat. The loud music and press of bodies weren’t helping. There had to be at least twenty-five kids inside the apartment, all face to face and breathing on each other. Some were even kissing. No, not just kissing. Old-fashioned kissing. Actually swapping spit. I couldn’t dig out my hand sanitizer fast enough. Had they slept through every health class we’d ever taken, starting in kindergarten?

A pack of guys charged past me howling like wolves, carrying a laughing girl. “Not on the couch,” Orlando shouted just as they tumbled the girl onto it, shoes and all.

Between the noise and Anna’s vest doubling as a tourniquet, I couldn’t even breathe my way into a zen state. I reached for the top snap, and then noticed Orlando watching me. We’d spent a lot of time online this week, planning our failed venture, but he’d thrown in a couple of cheesy compliments too. Now that we were together for real, I didn’t want him getting the wrong idea. I left the vest snapped and plucked up my dial. With a touch, I deleted the brief recording of the wall — aka incriminating evidence — and then hit record and made a show of filming the party.

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