There was a dark side to everyone. Some showed it without fear, some used it. He hid it. Because it was more like a cruel bacterium he carried in his organs. And when he saw her, it germed. She made the hard shell of this ulcer leak. Its poison coursed into his veins as she infected him with her own darkness. Morgan, fallen from the grace of a god she never believed in, runs into Niall, who fell from a popstar’s heaven of sanctity and now fights demons nobody suspects to live beneath the surface of what once was a life saviour to millions. On their way down to a hell made of addictions, lies, sex and pain, both have to sacrifice something dear to their lost souls: One of them loses their freedom, the other one the last remaining bit of purity they kept in a world that doesn’t give a fuck who you are when the lights go out.

Do you pray because you believe that God exists? Or do you pray because you’re scared he does? † England, 1958: Niall Horan, eighteen year old, humble offspring of a poor Irish family, starts his last year at Saint Nathaniel’s, the county’s most highly esteemed catholic boarding school for boys. Growing up used to the institution’s strict rules, always careful not to stray from the path of a good christian and trying to be a son to be proud of, Niall never questioned the beliefs that were forced on him ever since; no matter the sudden confusion and doubts that start to arise in his mind after an ominous night out. But as he returns to school, he soon notices that things are really changing: Not only the strange behaviour of his best friend Harry, who seems to hide something from him worries Niall. His roommate Liam as well, who was always of the peaceful kind, suddenly gets into trouble for a bloody fight with the new kitchen boy Zayn. Yet, they don’t seem much like enemies when no one else is around. Only Louis, head boy and son of the school’s benefactor, remains reliable to Niall. At least until a secret that could ruin Saint Nathaniel’s reputation for all times surfaces. And then, as if things couldn’t get worse, Niall meets Goldie, the girl with the big brown eyes, pink lips and skin so soft he feels it against his in his dreams. Trying to resist his fleshly desires and his greedy human nature, his lust and confusion push Niall to the edge of his own sanity: And no prayer and no punishment, no whiplash or any other kind of self-flaggellation can exorcise the demons that slowly take over his unholy, wicked soul.

Everyone always jokes about the apocalypse. Saying what they'll do when it happens. Talking about how they'll survive. Making up different ideas about what will start it. But no one was ready for it. Not even me. The scary part is that no one was expecting it. No one was expecting to be sitting at home on a Friday day night and suddenly have the army at their door, telling them they needed to get out as fast as they could. No one told us exactly what was going on. They said that something down at the CDC had gone wrong and that no one should panic. That we should just evacuate and they would bring us home when everything was settled. I didn't even have time to pack, they rushed us out so fast. I had false hope that night. False hope that everything was going to be just fine. That someone knew exactly what to do. But what I wasn't expecting was to be thrown completely unprepared into a zombie attack. Someone at the CDC was exposed to some kind of infection that killed them. But no one expected it to bring them back as some flesh hungry monster. It didn't take long for the disease to spread. Infecting more people inside. They blew up the building, trying to kill any trace of the germ, but it was too late. People were bitten when some of the things escaped during evacuation of the building. And eventually more and more people were bitten. The world went to shit real fast. But I was damned if I was going to go to shit with it. I grew up watching way too many zombie movies to die in some fucked up situation like this.