In Compound Eleven, the hierarchy of the floors is everything.
While not a perfect life down here, I\'ve learned to su.
Those who remained were forced underground.
Because four generations ago, Earth was rendered uninhabitable--the sun too hot, the land too barren.
Only the top floor has any ease in this harsh world; they rule from their gilded offices.
Which at least is better than the bottom floor, where they toil away in misery.
My name is Eve Hamilton, and on my floor, we fight.
In Compound Eleven, the hierarchy of the floors is everything