𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐝𝐤𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Some people are life sucking, soul destroying, end of the world assholes…then there are zombies. Actually, they’re not really zombies, they’re infected, but you know, tomayto tomahto.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got my faults, too. My attitude down-right sucks. I’m untrusting. I smoke and curse too much, and I’m somewhat of a kleptomaniac. In a normal world, those faults help keep my rock queen facade intact. But in this new world, one raging with illness and torn apart by the desperate and stupid, I’m what you would call a survivor.

My plan was simple, stay alive and protect my teenage sister. When a silent man with a steely gaze shot his way into my existence, I knew that more than my life was at stake. Lawson Bishop had the potential to crack his way inside the hard shell of my heart and bring it back to life.