Once an orphan always an orphan. I grew up in the foster system, I moved out when I was 18, then came back when I was 21 and got my four best friends. Or family, yeah they're family.
From California to Georgia, we traveled the country in a blue ram pick-up truck with three dogs, one five-year-old, two twelve-year-olds, one eighteen-year-old, and me, the twenty-one year old.
The zombie apocalypse happens and it's 3 kids with anxiety, one moody-ish teenager, and me the most awkward twenty-one year old.
How in the world will we survive this? How do we learn to kill things that were once people? What happens when someone we love gets hurt? How many people will we loose? Will I loose them?
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.