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❝Une dernière danse, pour oublier ma peine immense.❞

Madeline is the last person you'd think would survive the apocalypse. Five months in, it seems as though her time is just about up. Desperate, Madeline thinks that maybe the stranger she had met three months ago in Atlanta could be her saving grace. The last time the two had seen one another, he was being pulled into a crowd of walkers that had engulfed them, separating them for the rest of their lives. It has been so long that the man has become a distant, nostalgic memory. Maybe that's all he was: a hallucination, a ghost, a figment of her imagination. All she remembers is that he wasn't that bad of a dancer.