2 Chapter 2

It’s a small whisper, barely audible above the whine of the voice inside my head, the endless screaming that will drive me mad if I let it. It’s like a headache almost, only it’s deeper than that, deep in my brain and rattling my teeth until I want to sob. I want to squeeze out my eyes and cram my ears but I know I’ll still hear it because it’s inside me, in the chip they put in my mind during the culling. We studied it in class, row upon row of perfect human soldiers, learning about the cullings with a disinterested glaze in our eyes because it happened to us but we don’t remember anything before so it’s not personal anymore. We were culled, taken from our homes, our families, our lives.