"We're what they call unworthies."
A nuclear war and the aftermath kills billions.
The remaining government decides only some survivors will be worthy to inherit the new earth.
Forced to flee their home, Oliver and Olivia must quickly find shelter in the last remaining city. After some time laying low, the twins stumble upon an underground rebel group and get swept up in the fight. Yet when their friends are taken, they must decide whether to hide again or continue fighting for a world where all survivors can inherit the new earth.
"We're what they call unworthies."
A nuclear war and the aftermath kills billions.
The remaining government decides only some survivors will be worthy to inherit the new earth.
Forced to flee their home, Oliver and Olivia must quickly find shelter in the last remaining city. After some time laying low, the twins stumble upon an underground rebel group and get swept up in the fight. Yet when their friends are taken, they must decide whether to hide again or continue fighting for a world where all survivors can inherit the new earth.
“Oliver!”
I scrunched my face as warm breath blew into my ear. Tugging on my bed sheets, I pulled them tightly around me and covered my face. I was exhausted after a long night of chit-chatting with my twin sister long past our bedtime. Tightening my grip on the sheets, I covered the top of my head as well. All I wanted was to drift back into my slumber.
“Please just let me have five more minutes!”
“Ollie, come on!” Fingers poked and tugged at my bed sheets. Rolling over, I did my best to ignore it all. “We have to go now!” Gentle finger pokes evolved into my whole body being shaken.
Inhaling sharply, I flung the sheets off and glared at my twin sister who stood at the edge of my bed. Her appearance was unkempt, something rather unusual for her. Her clothes hung off her slender frame and her hair was messy. She watched intently as I got up, running her hands through her thick blond hair as if to comb it.
“Olivia, what's happening?” I rushed to my dresser. Something’s wrong, I thought as I shuffled through my clothes. Olivia never woke me up like this nor did she ever let her appearance get so rough. She was tidy and neat; from her side of the room, to her hair that she often decorated with braids, to how she dressed.
"I . . . I think the government has found out!” Olivia blurted out as I yanked some clothes from my dresser. She spun around so I could change out of my pajamas. “Regulators are all over the driveway. I got up here as fast as I could, but to think they've found out . . .”
I quickly pulled on a white tank top and tan cargo shorts, her words echoing through my mind as I slipped on my sturdy boots. Not regulators! I shivered, grabbing my pocket Bible and cross necklace and stuffing them into my pockets. I wasn't about to face anything, certainly not regulators, without either.
I turned around to find my sister on the floor, her knees pulled into her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes, and she shook slightly. She blinked the tears away as I slowly crouched down next to her.
“Liv, it's going to be okay.” Although my words were strong and steady, I wasn't so sure. Things could get ugly fast. Despite never coming face to face with regulators, Olivia and I had learned all about the harsh world they ruled outside our cozy orphanage, an orphanage that despised their cruel rules. I breathed in deeply, doing everything I could to settle my racing heart.
Olivia pulled me into a hug as she sobbed quietly. I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to stop my own tears. The last thing I wanted was to appear cowardly or weak. I have to be strong! I reminded myself. I need to be strong! I took a few more big breaths, shaking away thoughts of regulators bursting down our bedroom door and dragging us away.
“Are you ready?” I asked, pulling away as she stopped shaking. I couldn't bear the thought of rushing her. After all, she never rushed me. Yet I knew this moment was different. There wasn't a second to spare. I’m sorry, I apologized silently as I climbed to my feet. But we have to get moving.
Olivia started to get up, only to crash to the ground as loud bangs and screams echoed from the floor below us. I glanced around our small bedroom, my heart jumping into my throat. Everything suddenly felt so uncanny despite this small room being our safe place for years. Even our stacks of old toys, books, and other belongings scattered about now felt foreign.
My thoughts raced to my friend Caleb who lived on the ground floor. My pulse began to ring in my ears as I pictured him and the others being beaten and dragged away by the regulators. Please, Lord, let him be okay!
Olivia tugged my arm. “Oliver, we have to go now!” I remained quiet, only offering a small nod in response as she pulled me to the window.
The window gave way with no struggle. Unhooking the lock and placing her hands along the glass, Olivia slid the panes up. A warm breeze stirred into the room, serving as an unpleasant reminder of the outside world that awaited us.
I shifted closer, peering out into the world below. Across the grassy field that functioned as the orphanage's backyard stood a dense forest. I squinted, seeing no end to it. The trees were dark and looming, but I had no doubt we could handle whatever they held.
“Do you want to jump together?” I whispered. I did my best to focus despite the sound of yells from farther down our hall.
“It's not big enough for the both of us, silly,” Olivia scoffed as she climbed onto the windowsill. She pulled her legs up, swinging them around so they dangled freely outside. I felt a bit of surprise when she didn't jump immediately. Olivia liked to accomplish tasks quickly and often did so with ease. She never procrastinated and I couldn't understand why she appeared to now given our current circumstances.
“It's only a small quick jump, Olivia,” I said, hoping to reassure her in case her hesitation was due to nerves. “You'll be fine.” I struggled to remain calm as more shouts split through the air. If regulators did happen to burst through our door, I decided I would quickly push her out then jump myself.
My sister tilted her head back, glancing around our shared room. “Goodbye,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. She took in a deep breath then pushed herself off the sill. Relief rushed over me as she landed safely on the grass below.
Okay, Oliver, I thought, climbing onto the sill. It’s your turn now. Just one small fall, or rather, one tiny jump to safety. Even though we were only on the second floor, the ground below now seemed so far away. Olivia glanced up with wide eyes, taking a few steps back to give me ample space. As I braced myself for the fall, I heard loud voices outside our bedroom door. Thinking fast, I grabbed the window frame and pulled it shut as I leaped.
Almost as soon as I hit the ground, Olivia took hold of my arm and yanked me toward the trees. I staggered to my feet, glancing back to discover my plan to close the window had been successful. Yes! Hopefully the regulators would assume from the closed window and empty room that no one occupied it. Hopefully they wouldn't even bother searching through it and our escape would go unnoticed.
My moment of satisfaction was cut short as ear-piercing screams rang from around the orphanage. I did everything I could to resist crying as my sister pulled me farther away from our home, from the perfect room we had decorated to be our own. That room was our safe haven through the years, and now it was all gone.
“Oliver, quick!” My sister released her hold on me as we entered the trees. I cast one final glance back at the orphanage before dashing after her. Trees blurred past my vision as we ran on, eager to get away from the orphanage as the screams replayed in my mind.
Shaking my thoughts clear, I focused all my attention on getting through the thick forest. We leaped over old tree stumps and struggled past clumps of weeds. Thankfully, the tall trees offered some shade from the rising sun. As I caught Olivia's gaze, I saw my own worry and uncertainty reflected in her eyes. We’re going to be okay, I silently promised her. I won’t let anyone hurt us.
The strong rays of the sun lit the path as we raced on. My heart sank at the thought of having to face the hot day ahead without any fans or air conditioning. I was thankful for the shade we had now, but I wondered how much it would help in the coming hours.
Before long, the sun had reached the center of the sky. I swallowed, my throat absolutely parched. My heart raced along with my feet. I looked around as we pressed on into the forest, not sure what kinds of things were hiding among the trees. Focusing my thoughts elsewhere, I cast my gaze forward again. My heart was the heaviest it had ever been.
We were about to enter a living nightmare.
Megan Beach's Operation Cleanup is an impressive dystopian novel that outmatches other recent entries in the genre with its emotional depth. While other novels focus heavily on critiques of a flawed, conformist society (which this author also does beautifully), Beach emphasizes the human toll taken by authoritarianism. Through the eyes of its young people, Beach’s story of rebellion against an oppressive dystopian world shines an especially bright beacon of hope for the future.
Oliver and his sister Olivia are on the run after the emperor's enforcers, the regulators, storm their orphanage. Deemed "unworthies" by the state, their lives are in constant jeopardy as they search for food, clothing, and a safe place to sleep. In the city, a uniform population walks in eerily mechanical patterns and enthusiastically cheers the removal of anyone identified as nonconformist. But when Oliver and Olivia are discovered by a group of fellow teenagers, other unworthies connected to a growing movement called The Uprising, they are welcomed into a cause that supports individuality and denounces the authoritarian horrors of the emperor's megalomaniacal government.
What follows is a powerful tale of love, loss, connection, trauma, and deep faith as these teens commit themselves to standing against tyrannical powers. Beach has crafted a moving portrait of fascism's direct and indirect consequences in the lives of young people. These characters experience the loss of home, the deaths of friends and loved ones, and the call to put themselves through harrowing episodes of violence in order to survive and shape a better tomorrow. As her introduction indicates, Beach has an intimate knowledge of how a broken society's youths suffer the repercussions of unchecked violence. And the novel reverberates with palpable realism as a result.
Beach's prose is accessible yet sophisticated. Her scenes, both those of tranquil stability and those of action-packed suspense, are carefully paced and authentic. Beach is an author with a clear sense of how teenage characters would feel, react, make decisions, and be forever changed by powerful episodes of danger. She places tremendous, justified confidence in the willpower and conviction of teenagers to take action when faced with improbable odds. And, leaning heavily into a vision of resilient (and frankly, pretty darn punk) Christianity as a motivating force for putting down evil oligarchies, Beach makes a strong case for faith’s potential contributions to anti-fascism.
Operation Cleanup is a must-read for fans of writers like Suzanne Collins, John Dashner, or Lois Lowry. But the novel clearly does something unique as a work from this particular author. Beach’s lived experience of violence, loss, and trauma has produced a work of fiction that feels rawer, more real than anything we’ve encountered before.