I came home from school only to find my mother, dead, on the kitchen floor. To make matters even worse, the streets were lined with corpses. People of every age, gender, race, sexuality, and anything else you could think of were dead. We didn't understand. We didn't know what we know now, or else we would have burned the bodies.
But we didn't.
We were fools.
Now three years later, I'm running for my life, away from a past that took my brother, and to a future that just might have a glimmer of hope.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.