Jerri Chisholm

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...

My name is Eve Hamilton. Everyone in Compound Eleven thinks I was killed. But they’re dead wrong … I spent my entire life in Compound Eleven as a fighter. Surviving in an underground city filled with violence, oppression, and tyranny. We were told the world above was scorched, an immediate...

In Compound Eleven, freedom from tyranny is impossible. My name is Eve Hamilton, and I’ve managed the impossible. I am free. Until just like that, it is wrenched from my grasp. And this time, the corridors of the dark underground city are even more dangerous than ever before. But my brief...