As the only daughter to one of the most powerful Mafia families, Shay has sought to figure out her own path despite the overbearing pressures from her Family. After a family dispute leads to Shay and her mother to go into hiding, Shay attends Elite academy--her own perfect Hell. With an incredibly awful (or ingenious) disguise, Shay's new identity is going well until Jacob Smith shows out of nowhere. Not only does he seem to know every right button to push, but he also seems to know everything about her. Shay's seemingly normal school life explodes with a new set of problems. Old and new enemies are coming for her and she needs to choose whether she will carry the Ricca name. Goodbye Nerd Disguise, hello old identity, old life, old friends, and new enemies. It's the Family business, where plotting someone's assassination is just part of the daily duty. (Unedited first draft) FYI title may be misleading at first.

No one expects the end of the world. You can never anticipate the end of everything. It's so sudden, so jarring. Suddenly you realize that nothing mattered, you question the point of everything. Saving up all that money, doing those extra shifts, studying so hard. It all becomes insignificant and the most important thing becomes survival. Part of me thinks that's the way it should be, that passing an exam shouldn't be so important, but staying alive and being alive should be. We take our existence for granted, individually and as a human race. We don't appreciate what we have until it's gone; and when it's gone, it really truly is, gone. It just had to take the end of the world for people to realize. Everyone remembers the place they were when it happened, to them at least anyway. It spread differently, at different rates. At first the cause of this infection was unknown, but then the culprits were revealed. We trusted the government - at least the majority of us did - and they caused this. They tried to play God, blurring the lines between life and death, trying to bring people back from the brink. Things got out of hand and now those who die only return, but they aren't the same. Their bodies rot, just like the dead, but they're animated and they search for fresh flesh with an insatiable hunger, and that's how it spreads. All it takes is a bite and then, slowly, you turn into one of them. I've seen it happen, too many times, and I've lost too many people. I remember when I was little my Grandpa died and I wished for him to come back, I wished that everybody I loved would never die; I guess wishes have a funny way of coming true.