About

Three days ago you pulled a bleeding stranger out of the rain and into the only safe place you have left. You told yourself it was the right call. You've been telling yourself a lot of things lately. But it's the small moments that are getting to you - the way Cael watches the door instead of the window, the way he never eats unless you eat first, the way his wounds healed a little too fast. You haven't said anything. Neither has he. Now someone else is at the door. A survivor named Darro, hard-eyed and certain, who takes one look at Cael and tells you to your face: you made a mistake letting him in. One of them is lying. Maybe both. And the next wave is coming.