Starts with a Match

"Most people in the units, especially here on the front lines where they're sick and bored of all this shit-they call them gluts.
Gluttons. Ravenous, insatiable. Zombies.
Can't be a zombie if they're still alive. Which they are. They're just starving and out of their fucking minds.
We can thank Arizona for that discovery."

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In Rustavi, Georgia, Kevin Kooper and his unit are in charge of cleaning up PCs --plagued civilians--that are still running out of control in Russia. Life is good in Red Rover Unit for Kevin. In a world where the government feels like it's run more like The Purge meets 28 Days Later, there's not much else he can do but survive, and he can't afford to be picky about how he spends his downtime or who is or isn't waiting on him when (if) he ever goes home to Washington.
What more could he want?

Still, on a whim, he signs up for the 'Letters from Home' program. A way for soldiers to talk to someone, get care packages, when they have little to no one left in the states.

It's through this that he's matched with Toby Fritz.

And it's through Toby that Kevin starts thinking he's worth more than the words scribed across the back of his uniform jacket that read, "Property of the US Army- PC Control Unit".

After Kevin's time overseas is up, he finds himself back in the states, potentially face to face with his pen pal. Writing those heartfelt, personal words through a letter, and saying them in person, are two incredibly different things.

Not to mention, war has a habit of following weary soldiers home (in more ways than old scars and nightmares).
And Kevin's figuring out that the field isn't the only place that can turn into a warzone.
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This story is entirely based on fictional characters and events. Any names of people are purely coincidence. These are original characters following an original plot. Trigger warnings in tags. This story hasn't been edited fully for spelling or grammar.