She wants nothing more than to be a hunter for the Enclave, scouring the tunnels for food while eluding, or killing, the Freaks that seek out human flesh. With a life span of about 25 years, it is the only life Deuce knows. The Enclave has carved out a generational existence in the tunnels, surviving by living in groups: breeders, hunters, builders, leaders. But why do they not tolerate differences? Why do they ignore the warning signs of danger from the Freaks, who are becoming more organized? The Freaks could bring about the death of everyone and Deuce has first hand experience of their ferocity. The Elders always did what was best for the group, right? No one questions them, knowing that the Enclave’s residents very existence is owed to the Elder’s management.
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