EPILOGUE
They tell me this is what victory feels like. But I can’t bring myself to celebrate. Not when I wake from my coma two days later in Dad’s compound in Houston as a hero, nor when I’m reunited with Bree. I don’t celebrate when my dad tells me how proud he is of me for what I’ve done.
We won. The plan to destroy the arenas simultaneously went off without a hitch. Or at least it did as far as everyone else is concerned. No one knows about the grueling hours I spent in Arena 3, fighting for my life against the vicious mutants the nuclear war created. Nor does anyone know what Ben and Ryan did for me, about how they both had a gut feeling that something was wrong, and how they put their differences aside to unite and help me with their secret plan B. No one realizes that if it weren’t
