My name is Roan Sterling. I am seventeen years old. I am not infected. These are the thoughts that run through my head as I shuffle forward one place in line with my backpack slung over my shoulder and a scowl etched deeply into my face. As a general rule, I don’t do early morning wake up calls with a freakin’ bugle, trigger-happy soldiers with a serious chip on their shoulder and I sure as hell don’t do daily blood tests. Of course, no one around this shithole cares what I think. Needles have become a regular part of my life since I was trucked through the gates of the Charleston Safe Zone nearly three weeks ago. So have weekly physicals, the occasional body cavity search from hell and disinfecting showers that are practically subarctic. There isn’t much to love about this place...apart from the fact that there are a few hot girls. They aren’t so bad.
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