The Silent Uprising - Paperback

The sun had barely risen over Sector Seven, and already the air

felt thick, heavy with fear. A dull gray haze clung to the streets,

as if the city itself were holding its breath, waiting. I hugged

my backpack closer, shoulders tight, each step echoing off the

concrete buildings. My stomach churned, a warning I couldn't

ignore.

I passed the usual gray-clad students, their faces blank, ex-

pressions hollow. Nobody smiled anymore. Nobody dared. We

all walked like ghosts, heads down, avoiding attention. But

that morning, something different hung in the air. Whispers

slithered along the walls, something sharp and dangerous.

Something that smelled like death.

And then I saw it.

A classmate-Taren Hale-was being pulled from the line. Not

gently, not with warnings. The Dominion Enforcers moved

like shadows with precision, armored boots clanging against floor.