Pressia barley remembers the Detonations. But, living in the rubble of an old barbershop with her grandfather, she is starkly aware of what has been lost. Her world is desolate-a place of ash and dust. Every day is a dangerous struggle for the survivors who are marked out by their burnt, fused, damaged bodies. Living in the shadow of the Dome, a place of protection, is a constant reminder of their harrowing fate. Pressia longs to be inside. Safe. Partridge is one of the lucky few sheltered inside the Dome. They escaped the apocalypse unmarked, pure. But he doesn't feel safe. He feels different; smothered by the rigid order of the Dome's regime...Isolated. Lost. He obsessed about the world outside and the possibility that his mother might still be alive. Partridge is willing to risk his life to leave the Dome and find her. When Pressia meets Partridge, their worlds shatter all over again.
Pressia barley remembers the Detonations. But, living in the rubble of an old barbershop with her grandfather, she is starkly aware of what has been lost. Her world is desolate-a place of ash and dust. Every day is a dangerous struggle for the survivors who are marked out by their burnt, fused, damaged bodies. Living in the shadow of the Dome, a place of protection, is a constant reminder of their harrowing fate. Pressia longs to be inside. Safe. Partridge is one of the lucky few sheltered inside the Dome. They escaped the apocalypse unmarked, pure. But he doesn't feel safe. He feels different; smothered by the rigid order of the Dome's regime...Isolated. Lost. He obsessed about the world outside and the possibility that his mother might still be alive. Partridge is willing to risk his life to leave the Dome and find her. When Pressia meets Partridge, their worlds shatter all over again.