No one survives the end of the world alone.
There were three things Liv never wanted to be; starving, filthy, and alone. When an unexpected and inexplicable black out thrusts the world into chaos, that’s exactly how she finds herself.
Clean water and food vanish as she flees Seattle in pursuit of rumored safety and power further east. The roads are stalked by stray dogs and stray men, both with growing appetites and frightening intentions. It isn’t long before they find her.
Running for her life, Liv falls at the feet of an unwilling savior. With a shack, a farm, and a lifetime of survival skills, Joshua is the perfect companion for the apocalypse. If only he wanted companionship.
It’s hard to earn his trust and even harder to keep it. At a glance he seems to be nothing more than an off-kilter backwoods prepper with a grudge against humanity, but the longer she looks, the more Liv begins to see the man behind the churlish words and unkempt beard.
As reluctant as he is to keep her, Joshua just might need her. After all, no one survives the end of the world alone.
A woman alone in the end of the world. A survivor with nothing left to live for. A town clinging to their humanity in a world forever changed darkness.
Nothing makes people more dangerous than desperation. It was one of the very first lessons Joshua’s father imparted on him. That lesson was the reason he was still alive. The blackout changed people, broke them down and remade them into the most base version of themselves.
Joshua didn’t break. He was already built that way.
Even a man who was crafted to survive wasn’t prepared for the guilt that came calling in the middle of the night. Even a man who did what it took to stay alive wasn’t exempt from God’s judgement.
Redemption comes in unexpected packages. When Joshua finds a woman running from hell, half-starved and on death’s door, he accepts what he has to do. Liv thinks he’s her salvation. Joshua is pretty damn sure she’s his.
When the known world comes crumbling down, only the strongest make it out of the rubble. Liv isn’t sure she fits into that category. Maybe she was just standing in the right place at the right time and all that crumbling stuff missed her. Otherwise, she wasn’t entirely sure how she made it as far as she had.
Were you making it if you were alone, starved and barely sure of which direction you were going?
The answer to that question comes in the form of a burly, bearded, brutish man that Liv is half sure is an axe murderer.
Joshua is a survivor, born and bred. He introduces her to the world from his eyes, a place that hasn’t crumbled so much as changed, reshaped to fit back into the intricate cycle nature intended.
But nothing is quite so simple.
On the outskirts of a town, Liv and Joshua are never truly alone. Desperate people cling to survival in Rockham Falls, a stronghold protecting them from humanity’s worst. Desperation makes people dangerous, though, and nothing in Rockham Falls is as safe as it seems.
Shelter can’t offer protection when the enemy is already inside. Safety is an illusion when every man lives for himself.
Despite it all, Liv still has hope. They need each other. It’s the only way forward.
No one can survive the end of the world alone.