The end of the world has brought out the best, and the worst, in the survivors. Some manage to eke out a living, a few have thrived. Others choose to take what they need from their neighbours. From survivors just like them; just not as wicked.
Change has been forced on the survivors, but they have adapted. Running, hiding, finally learning to feed themselves. Now they are choosing to change, finally acting, not reacting. Joining forces against the evil growing in the east.
Can our family of the heart survive?
