Battleground

Dumb luck saved my ass more than once, but it won't save me now. The day the world as we knew it ended, I was dealing with a broken-down car in the sweltering heat. One choice saved my life. One single action prevented whatever turned the world into flesh-eating fiends from turning me alongside them. And now, I'm on the run, desperate to survive. All I need is to find someone else who lived through that initial damnation. Someone like me.