Dystopia: Epilogue

“Open the exit gate.”

“It’s nothing personal. You understand that, right? It’s for the good of the community. We’re sitting ducks, waiting to be picked off, one by one,” Mr. Maddox said, swaying slightly.

“Open the exit gate now.”

I saddled up. Exited. Trigger startled as the gate clanged shut. From within came a murmur, one that sounded like relief. Those watching outside the enclosure stood quietly in line, their expressions curious yet detached. Their one goal: get inside. On the ridge, I could see movement: riders preparing to gather me in. They would soon head my way. Fulfill their mission. Snag their reward.

One glance back: Ms. Bishop, a reluctant wave; Mr. Maddox still swaying, looking at his boots; Diana, tears flowing freely.

Addison and the others, nowhere in sight.

The riders started down the ridge.

I spurred Trigger to a gallop and headed north.

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