Alessa woke in her bed at Zeta Epsilon Pi. For a moment, she felt content and well-rested, enjoying the bright sun falling through her window. And then she remembered. The vivid dream she'd just stirred from - the outbreak, the colony, the rebels - was not a dream at all.
In the last 24 hours, Alessa's world had been shaken entirely to its core. Alessa was not a college student, and Isaac was not a ghost. This campus was not real. And suddenly Alessa had far bigger concerns than how she would fare on this semester's exams. Her every move was being watched, and one foul step could mean the end. It was a rude awakening to learn that her comfortable bed was, in reality, no better than a cold prison cot.