Brief Summary; Rue is a girl stuck in a time when the future she lives in creates its own breaking point. Now Rue�s generation must live in a new unknown time while struggling to fight off the ones who want to create their own change.

{Out of the story}

All around me was a suffocating silence. Above me every branch of a tree held onto tiny mists of rain flown in from the ocean glittering like tiny ornaments. A black bird perched upon a branch far away enough so I wouldn�t be able to harm it, but close enough so I heard hear his loud repeating voice. I watched the bird as he squawked at me. But he too looked alone in this forest, without a pack of other black birds to squawk at, to sing to.

I probably looked detached sitting on the bottom of the forest floor.� More than anything I felt disconnected. I couldn�t feel anything, I didn�t want to. The squawking began to ring in my ears. Stop, I shouted.

The bird gave one last satisfied squawk and flew away. My long sleeve didn�t try to protect me from the cold weather I had not grown used to yet. My body was already shivering. I stood up and listened for the ocean, instead all I got were blank stares from the trees. Are you crazy they asked? Why don�t you just leave our forest alone?

Angry I stomped over the ferns that decorated the grounds and walked up to a tree. �How come you�re not infected?!� I shouted; silence. I kicked the tree and a shower of sparkling ornaments of water fell down on me. For a brief moment it felt like it was raining. I slumped against the tree.
��������������� �I don�t even have tears, I�m not even sad. Infuriated, yes. How could the people who announced the disease was gone lie to us? I�m so stupid; I thought the billions already dead were enough to sustain the horrid thing. I thought this generation was free from the grasp left from everything else without any hope� I wish I could wipe out anything bad, rid it from this world.� I closed my eyes and pretended to be a part of the tree.

�You can.� Came a voice from behind me a minute later. �We�re the generation of change. Its up to us.�

|Back of the book|
Years ago it began to show its ugly head in people, but even though all the signs were there, it fell into sync with the world�s accelerating growth. Cities produced pollution, fumes. Thing were stretched to their limits, world hunger, peace, violence. The flawless sky grew a crack.
Products were produced by the mass. Nobody cared about the risk of using them, or what it took to make the products; as long as the people were happy. Money kept moving one way or another while the whole world inside crumbled. A direct hit cannot be seen if it was expected to the back.
Well, that is until the pain swells in. Frantic every person looked for a cure; who was the cause? We got the only answer possible; us. We�ve created this new world within our blind hands; the only solution would be to break it apart.
So we did, the world came to a halt. Technology iced over, every person stayed in his or her homes. Rust covered our cyclonic tall buildings; we waited for the one purpose, a cure. So why was it showing up in our world again?