Chapter Five
I used to think the domes were some kind of paradise. Like mankind had finally figured out what the Garden of Eden was supposed to be.
The human race had fallen so far, the domes should have been our salvation.
We’d destroyed our environment, polluted everything we needed to survive, made it impossible to farm enough food to feed the planet’s population. Cancer became a plague, starvation common, viruses slaughtered the poor, all because the rich were too busy hoarding resources to care about the bodies piling up in the streets.
Then, some brilliant mind figured out how to fix it all.
Create a series of safe havens spread out all over the world. Forty-two perfectly planned communities designed to survive the apocalypse.
Build domes pollution couldn’t penetrate. Grow food
