Inner War

The biggest demon I am fighting is guilt. Guilt from trying to survive, guilt for taking a life. Except it hadn't ended there. The second person I killed, the third? I try not to remember their faces. As soon as the next person comes along the last one goes. But the first man, he is the reason I wake up screaming in the middle of the night. He is the reason I can't breathe when I'm all alone, consumed by my own demons, fighting my inner war.

World War III is over, but the aftermath seems so much worse to 16 year old Emily. When given the opportunity to escape to a better place, will Emily pick the utopia that awaits her or will she pick death?