I’m 17 years old and I’ve seen more than most have ever lived to speak of. It’s been thirty years since the apocalypse started. At first, there were camps with multiple survivors caring for each other, working together to make it through the long years ahead of them. Eventually, the infection spread like no other mankind has ever lived to see. Populations decreased, and now, the world is at an all-time-low. There are countries that don’t exist anymore, chaos runs through the streets of those that still do. Only the adapted survive.
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.