In the apocalypse, it wasn't just order that collapsed—beliefs and morals took a nosedive too. In a world where human life was as cheap as dirt, nothing else seemed to matter much anymore.
Zane, as Rancho Cucamonga's Number 002 Awakener, was practically a living legend. All he had to do was crook a finger, and women would throw themselves at him without hesitation.
Chris, on the other hand, was fuming. He clenched his teeth, slapped his thigh in frustration, and muttered under his breath.
"Life's not fair, is it? Why's the gap between people so damn huge?"
Still, he thought, maybe this wasn't all bad news. If Zane could pull that off, maybe he had a shot with Sophie. When she got back, he'd try to strike up a conversation—just casually, nothing too serious.
Isaac broke his train of thought. "How's it going in L.A.? I heard you guys got hit by those parasite monsters a while back."
