I wasn't there when the world ended. I didn't see the body wash up on the shore. I didn't know the first victim. But like everyone else, I suffered through the aftermath. The zombie apocalypse wasn't an instantaneous destruction of the whole North American continent. It didn't hit like a tornado and decimate the nation in one fell swoop. No, it was more like a massive wave on the ocean, rolling along, slow and steady, but ultimately unstoppable.
Kinley was only six when the apocalypse began. She spent the majority of her life in a walled, zombie proof town. But when a convoy comes to visit, she'll learn that not everything inside the walls is safe.