The Colony

Tomorrow is the day that I die. I have known this for the 18 months I have been alive, but I'm still not prepared. It all comes down to the final tests, the ones that determine who is the fittest, the fastest, the strongest. I am none of those things. I will never leave the colony, never see outside the imposing grey walls, never even meet a woman. My entire existence will be summed up as an increment on Eve's spreadsheet, another digit in the failure column. Only a handful make it outside, to witness the world that mankind destroyed. It all started with the bees...