Gia Hunter

"Iris Clayton, a vulnerable survivor has only one mission in her life—it's to survive. While scavenging for food, she stumbles upon the group protected by the mysterious, badass, and strikingly handsome Colt Snow. In the world that barely surviving after the spread of an unknown deadly virus, Colt doesn't give a damn about her, but there's something in the way he looks at her that tells the exact opposite.

Colt Snow nearly broke after failing to protect his brother. When a fragile woman asks for a place to stay, he can't help but question her motive, and the last thing he should be doing is to get distracted by those unique blue eyes, but every time he looks at her, he knows only one thing—to take the risk and protect her from whoever is hunting her.
When the world fell apart, I thought my life crumbled down beneath it, until I stumbled upon a group protected by a tough and mysterious man named Colt. He threatened me twice, but there was something in his gaze that promised me protectiveness and comfort. And I was wrong to think that there was no humanity left in this world anymore. But how far he would go to protect me when all I did was to bring risk to the group?"

Blue Iris

"ARE YOU sure you wanna do this?" For the umpteenth times, Frost asked Iris behind the wheels. "Just so you know, I don't like your idea, but I respect everyone's decision that's why I am here."


"Yes. And I understand. This is the only way I can sleep at night and probably the only way to get answers on why I am still alive," Iris said as she stared blankly outside the window.


None of us could change her mind regardless of how hard we tried to convince her. I held her hand and squeezed it to ensure that we were here to support her decision.


Gael fiddled with the ham radio. Thankfully, Darick found some scraps, wires, and batteries from the abandoned outpost we passed by earlier, and he managed to fix the dead one we had.


We failed to grasp radio frequencies on our way. We might still far from camps, shelters with radios or towers to pick up signals—nothing came but the buzzes just like hours ago.


Chapter 28