Braeden didn't always shoot first and ask questions later; in fact, until the shit hit the fan, she'd been chasing a badge and a responsibility that others before her had been too reckless with. Within days of the first corpse rising, thousands of men had been deputized just before going out with both a bang and a whimper. She nabs the badge off the first one she puts down, but it rides in her pocket, unseen. All she needs to have her way in this new world is a motorcycle and a shotgun.

Luckily, her mouth is faster than her trigger finger when she meets Laura and Marin. Their paths meet and diverge and cross again. By the time it's no longer coincidence, their meetings are brief and fraught with tension - with the desire to trust someone again here on the road.

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