by Charles Chigozie
Three months ago, the world stopped making sense. The infected don't just kill - they hunt, they feast, and they don't stay down easy. John spent those months locked inside his family home, rationing crackers and rereading the last message his brother ever sent him. When the food runs out, he arms himself with his late father's hidden pistols and steps outside for the first time in months, into a world worse than he imagined - gridlocked highways, silent towns, and the Man Eaters: once human, now driven by something that doesn't feel pain and doesn't stop coming. Alone and untested, John's first real fight nearly gets him killed, saved only by a stranger with a crowbar and a temper to match. Survival was supposed to be simple. It isn't anymore.
