Whispers Of The Dead

305 days ago, the dead rose.30 days ago, my colony burned.2 days ago, I was captured.No one is coming to save me. No one even knows I'm here, except for the three men in the cells next to mine. I've never seen their faces, only heard their voices: Damon's steady commands, Cole's cryptic whispers, and Benji's teasing humor that somehow makes me smile in the dark.Then there's Avery. A dreg. Part of the nightmare I can't escape. But his touch lacks the cruelty of the others, and his watchful gaze leaves me questioning everything, including the dangerous pull between us.The bright light in this? The mixed labrador puppy who saves me as much as I save her.With each passing day, my hope fades. Escape feels impossible. And yet, the men in the dark, the ones I can't even see, might risk everything for me.The dead may have destroyed the world, but it's the living who will break me.And the most dangerous threat of all? Falling for four men I might not survive.