The silence was only broken by the shifting of bodies; my own, Reese’s and occasionally the little girl's. I felt her eyes on me even when I wasn’t gazing in her direction. They were heat lamps illuminating only so much space around them, warm by nature but exposing at the same time. I was positive by now that she wasn’t lying to us. She was from the surface.

Did this child question her life the way I questioned my own? Was there a government on the surface, too? Did they know anything about The Complex? I wondered how different her life was from my own. Was it busy, meaningful and stimulating? How did she survive the sub-zero temperatures of the surface? What was her home like? Did she have family? No wonder she afraid to talk to us. She was just a young girl and she literally f...

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