The zombies came, and I struggled to protect the people I loved and those who loved me. I'm softhearted, I cry easily, and I'm useless. In a world where human nature grows uglier by the day, all I have are a handful of friends and family, and a love as elusive as a dream!
I'm the lowest-grade biological weapon in the world. I'm a lone wolf. I'm not strong, I'm timid, and I have no heroic legend to my name, yet I compose the melody of an era.
In the apocalypse, gaining power means losing your humanity. Hold on to your humanity, and you won't even get to choose your own death.
I fight because I choose to fight.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
