CHAPTER EIGHT

They’ve damaged so many of us.

I know how widespread the Incorporation’s evil is. I know they’ve claimed so many innocent lives there will never be a true tally of their victims. Somehow, it still never occurred to me that there would be people outside our cause who want to fight. I don’t know if that makes me naïve or cynical. Either way, even if the other battle against the Incorporation won’t aid our cause, the fact that another fight exists gives me hope.

A set of domes has fallen. Not one I’d ever seen, but somewhere in the world, someone dared to fight against the demons who hide behind glass, and they won.

I wonder how their battle ended. Did they move their army into the domes, or smash the glass so no new evil could grow from the apathy created by a life of ease?

In some childish way, I almost think knowing how their story ended would make my mission seem less futile.

I still don’t know what end I’m fighting to reach. The only thing I’m sure of is that I will fight as long as there is breath in my body. There can be no other choice for me.

But if we do fail, if giving my body and my life for our cause isn’t enough to buy us success, knowing that someone else far away defeated their domes gives me hope that, as long as the Incorporation survives, another rebellion will form. Another group will fight, and one day, even if it’s years from now, the bastards will all burn.

We outnumber them. There are more of us than there are of the demons, and even if victory has to be bought in blood, there are enough of us willing to pay the cost of freedom. We can save the ones who will come long after we’ve fallen.

See you in the embers,

~C