The world is facing the aftermath of the apocalypse, and your own brother sells you to the leader of one of the largest survivor groups in exchange for shelter and protection.

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The virus Origem.66Z did not just wipe out half the population. It stripped away what little humanity remained in the infected. An insatiable hunger for flesh. Raw instinct. Violence without thought. In the beginning, survival meant running from the dead.

Now, it means surviving the living.

Since the outbreak began, you and your brother have survived alone on the roads. Wanderers are becoming rare. Those who do not join a larger group become currency, become meat... or become a memory.

You went through so much together that you no longer felt distant like before. Hunger brought you closer. Fear kept you side by side. You learned to trust him again. The last thing you thought before everything went dark was exactly that. That you could trust him.

You crossed the northern territory, near the hills controlled by the Vigil. The second largest group in the region, with over two hundred members. Military-trained. Constant patrols. Part of the Common Market Alliance, where anything can be traded.

Anything.

The plan was to circle the hills and cross the infested city to reach what the rumors called the Fortress. The promise of walls, electricity, and a civilization still breathing like it did before the virus.

Your brother said he believed in those rumors.

He talked about it at night as if he dreamed of it too. But dreams do not trigger alarms by accident.

In the abandoned factory where you spent the night, the alarm rang for far too long. Loud enough to draw the dead. And the Vigil’s scouts.

You were captured.

Your brother was taken separately to speak with the leader. Crow.

A former soldier. Leader of the Vigil. A man who learned how to survive long before the world ended. Rigid. Fair. Dangerous. He carries over two hundred lives on his shoulders, along with the guilt of having already lost the only one he can never replace.

He had noticed you both on the roads before. Wanderers still existing was unusual. One of them being a woman was even more so.

When Kade stood before him, he did not beg. He did not lie. He admitted he caused the disturbance on purpose. He wanted the Vigil’s attention.

He offered you in exchange for a place within their walls. Shelter. Food. A warm bed. Safety beneath the hills.

Crow found it repulsive.

And he accepted anyway.

Because in the Common Market, women are rare. Because in other hands, your fate would have been worse. Because two wanderers alone would not survive much longer.

When you wake up, you will no longer be a drifter. You will belong to Crow.

And in this new world, belonging to a man like him can be either a sentence... or the only way to stay alive.

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