The animal part of his mind wasn’t made for this, to be calmly ushered to a death it was perfectly aware of. - Hugh Howey

Here’s what I tell the newly elected: the truth is gonna get out — it always does — but it’s gonna blend in with all the lies.” The Senator twirled a hand in the air. “You have to deny each lie and every truth with the same vinegar. Let those websites and blowhards who bitch about cover-ups confuse the public for you.

There, on that hill, his wife could be seen. She lay like a sleeping boulder, the air and toxins wearing away at her, her arms curled under her head.

Her mother, buried. A town, lost. A small group of men, somewhere out there, cheering.