by Mr Mee
Brandon is only sixteen, can't read, can barely count to twenty, and struggles to learn basic everyday skills. His current dream is to own a stable, look after the horses, and support his soon-to-arrive sibling. But the world is spinning... and very, very slowly—its unraveling. Destabilising. Corrupting. Changing. And when face to face with what's out there now? ... the only dream anyone and everyone has is to survive to see the next sunrise. *Note—current cover is a placeholder and was drawn by me in less than a minute <_>* *Another note—Might have been more than a minute idk, wasn't timing myself =/*
