Since The Dead Rose

265 days ago, the dead rose.

245 days ago, my colony formed.

67 days ago, someone I trusted stole our supplies and let the dead in.

2 days after I leave my colony in search of life-saving medication for my best friend, I wake up in the trunk of a car, put there by three men claiming to have saved my life.

Time is running out to save my friend, made more difficult by my three self-appointed overbearing bodyguards who think they saved my life when they unknowingly ruined my mission. At least I have Buddy, the one-eyed dog I rescue from someone who shouldn't care for animals.

Griffin has the air of a leader, and the gall to handcuff himself to me in order to keep me with them. He says it's for my own safety, but I suspect it's really because I tried to steal their car and destroyed their food supplies in the process. It's not my fault he left the keys in the ignition. And now I don't even get my own tent.

William is the kind, sensitive type with the gentle touch who becomes my rock. He's almost too sweet for his own good, but can become the deadliest man alive especially when danger has a habit of finding me.

Max is the wild card and the craziest man I've ever met, running on adrenaline and bad decisions. It combats with my own non-adrenaline and impulsive actions.

They drag me across dangerous lands and protect me like I'm their own. They force themselves into my mission even though they're better off leaving me to the rotters.

I need to go, but I want to stay. Yet I can't seem to get away from them, even when I try.

And time is running out.