Mel works as the head of the medical wing for the rebels. She died in the rebel massacre.
The woman’s face was lined and weary, and dark circles ringed her eyes. Gray hair was starting to appear with the rest of her black hair, even though she wasn’t even more than thirty-five.
"I was just a young, radical dreamer who joined the rebels in hopes of being a part of the movement that would free this city and bring peace once and for all. I didn’t understand that good doesn’t always win in the end. I didn’t understand that people died and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I didn’t understand the power and wrath of the Authorities, and how they would stop at nothing to crush every bit of life out of us, no matter the cost."