I guess I've never really been afraid to die. Everyone says they are, but if you actually take a moment to think about it, you wouldn't feel anything because you would be dead. And although dying may be a little scary to think about...what if your own kind ate you?
What if you were a girl...fifteen, trying to keep yourself alive in a post apocalyptic world where every day...every second you worry that something, or someone could eat you to death. Bite down on your flesh and tear you to shreds? Could you even stand stepping out into the sun? There's one thing that she always tells herself: Just keep moving.....
Kendall is fifteen, the only one left in her family, out on the road trying to stay alive. Every sound keeps her on her toes...every movement keeps her alert. Every moan keeps her fighting. Until one day, slipping into the woods, leads her to a small boy?