They call Maya Walters "the Ghost" — she's the only one who returns from the deepest raids beyond the perimeter, yet in the Bastion, they fear her no less than the infected. She is immune to the virus that destroyed the world and carries in her blood a quiet version of the same nightmare that roams beyond the walls. Her eyes glow amber in the dark, she can hear the Originals from a kilometer away, and they can hear her — yet she still goes where no one else dares. Beneath a worn-out jacket and cheap bandages hides a body forged by hunger and death, and on her back are three long scars from her first encounter with the very thing she now hunts. She never sleeps more than four hours, talks to the dead, and carries a last bullet in her pocket — in case one day she wakes up as someone else. Maya is the fragile boundary between salvation and damnation, and the closer you get to her, the clearer you'll understand: she has already chosen what price she will pay to keep living.