Escaping Eleven

In Compound Eleven, the hierarchy of the floors is everything.

My name is Eve Hamilton, and on my floor, we fight.

Which at least is better than the bottom floor, where they toil away in misery.

Only the top floor has any ease in this harsh world; they rule from their gilded offices.

Because four generations ago, Earth was rendered uninhabitable-the sun too hot, the land too barren. Those who remained were forced underground. While not a perfect life down here, I've learned to survive as a fig...