Survival is the main concern of any apocalypse. Every decision is weighted by the prospect of death. During the zombie apocalypse, the idea of a relationship is impossible. So what's a girl to do when when a dashing stranger with an even better personality interrupts her survival plans?

A Second Skin is what we call our uniforms, clothing and armor. I wear a Second Skin. I used to be an ordinary girl, but during that time I was extremely anti-social (I still am though, but for different reasons). When I turned twelve, I realized I could talk to animals and so did another boy, named Alex. We perfected our skill and learned the language of animals by mimicking their body language and sounds. The government found out about us and gave rights to a demented scientist, stating that he could experiment on us in whichever way he deemed fit. The Tower is something the government built to keep Alex and I inside. And just to be sure that we aren't going try and escape, they have a way of tracking us and that is to put cuff around our right wrist. This cuff electrocutes us and burns our skin on contact. The scar that is left behind on us is always the same, the letter T to the exponent of 5 on the back of our wrist. The government doesn't even know what is going behind those steel walls. The scientist who has control of the Tower didn't tell us his name, instead we are to refer to him as the Warden. This isn't the first time we've been in the Tower nor will it be the last.