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Logline:
He survived the apocalypse. He's still not sure he survived himself.
Blurb:
Dean Garrison had twelve years on Dallas SWAT, body armor for a workday, and a life that looked like the kind of thing that was supposed to make a man unkillable. None of it mattered the day Mortis-7 stopped being a headline and started being the only thing left.
It didn't begin with bombs or broadcasts. It began with a cough, a neighbor who stopped waving, a government memo about "symptoms." By the time anyone admitted the dead were getting up, it was already too late to matter.
Dean went out for milk. He never made it home.
Now it's two years later. Dean is alive, but his wife Carla, his son Marcus, and his daughter Jade are gone - not dead, not confirmed, just "gone," swallowed into a world that doesn't keep records anymore. Somewhere between the man he was and the man this world demanded he become, Dean has to decide what's left worth fighting for, and whether finding his family means saving them or finally saying goodbye.
A gripping, character-driven apocalypse novel about survival, loss, and the terrifying line between who we once were and who we must become to stay alive.