Rogue — Mark T. Sullivan

Men and women huddled hundreds deep, hoping to will their way into the secretive facility. Struggle or interfere on the long desert trek and they're shot. Getting in is tough; thousands will be turned away. Once inside, hard labor and years of servitude await. Far fewer still will accomplish their ultimate goal, a whisper of a shadow of a dream in the face of soul-crushing hopelessness. So why do those who make it inside consider themselves the lucky ones?