xTo me, the apocalypse has always been just a story. I was born years after the last big city crumbled, and this life is all I've ever known. Raised by a respected, ex-militia father, I've never known the true hardships of what this world can dish out. All I had to do was stay at home, in the bubble of safety he made for us. Instead, I left the only home I've ever known to find something worth believing in. I was supposed to steer clear of Kentucky, not march myself and my mountain lion right up to the river and announce myself with an unfortunate flourish. But here I am, and now I have to face everything being away from home has in store for me. This place is a war zone, and people are dying whether I stay or go. But most people are too afraid to fight, even as they lose their homes and lives. I shouldn't stay, when anyone can see this place is doomed. They have no leader and even with an escaped acolyte of the church, a serial killer, an arsonist, and whoever else is following me around, we have no chance in hell of getting this place back. But if I don't step up for these people, who will?