In the not-so-distant future, humanity is divided against itself. The haves and have-nots are entrenched in generations of bitter suspicion and conflict. With the construction of the heavily-fortified Enclaves, the walls between the two groups have never been more real.
Earth’s resources are controlled by the greedy and paranoid elite class—nicknamed “Hoarders” by those left outside the Enclave’s walls—while the lower classes exist only to serve their demands.
Society is splintered apart by greed, betrayal, and those craving for absolute power.
Add to this toxic mixture the Hoarders’ ultimate stealth weapon: the ruthless and fanatical Trackers.
There’s a good reason why some outside the Enclave call them “the soul-less.”
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Amos Morgan was running long before he knew he was a Runner. The trauma from his twelfth year hounded him, stalking his dreams and corroding his waking hours.
He tried his best to control it, to put a clamp on the accusing inner voice, to find some relief from the recurring nightmares. Over time, he learned how to cope—to carve out some semblance of normalcy in the turbulent world they’d inherited after the Hoarders abandoned them.
Until the day it was confirmed by Doctor Simon: The Hoarders had buried one of their Implants in his body—somewhere. Now he was truly a Runner, a human time bomb, and a threat to anyone close to him if his Implant activated.
He was also a target for the sub-human Trackers.
The bloodthirsty creatures were on his trail, relentless in their hunt. Their objective was simple: gutting him for the microtechnology hidden in his body.
So, he did what any Runner would do.
He ran …