*This does not have anything to do with my Nolivia Fanfic* Wes has been a part of a company called Smosh for a few years. He's had a small crush on Mari in the early days, but he grew out of it. Now a new girl comes to Smosh. The same happens. He thinks his crush will fade. It'll Pass.....Right?

In the nation of Escana, everything you are relates to your rank. Your job, your house, your food... everything. There's only one way to move up a rank; through the tests. Matthew Sohinki is a yellow, the second lowest sub-rank in the lowest rank, the colors. As a factory worker, his job is hard, and dangerous. He's never even seen the sun. When he turns eighteen and takes his Tests, he's far from confident. His brother barely passed, and he expects to follow the same path. But when he learns his score at the Announcement, he's shocked. Because Matthew didn't just pass... He became an Elite.

After a bomb was dropped on New York City, WWIII began. In retaliation, the American Government unleashed a plague onto their enemies. Transferred through bites, this virus turned people into mindless creatures whose only goal was to bite survivors. When the virus spread much farther than the Americans intended it too, the world fell into anarchy. And so the zombie apocalypse began. Wesley Johnson has somehow remained alive. With the help of his friend, David, he managed to find a survival group. Things were looking good for him... until a failed mission killed his girlfriend and earned him a bite. He was sure he was going to die. But when the virus doesn't start to spread, Wesley learns something dangerous; that he's immune. To make matters worse, the gang that his group is indebted to demands that they hand him over, as their leader is a firm believer that if you drink the blood of an immune, you become one yourself. Wes barely manages to escape. Finding himself alone in the wilderness, with no supplies, Wes doubts he'll be able to survive... especially after he learns that a certain purple-haired woman is hunting him. Cover by @shipperson