When the apocalypse began, the world went to shit. My perfect life crumbled into a million pieces and I was literally left at the altar while my groom joined the Dead. That was the first time I saw HIM. He burst through the double doors, guns blazing, and shot my fiancé right between the eyes. I hated him right away. Things haven’t got much better in the last few years. Seems like wherever I go, HE is there, like dog crap on the bottom of my shoe. Sure, he’s saved my ass a time or two, but that doesn’t mean I like it. Except, I kind of dolike it… and him. When we encounter a new group, ready to take charge, I have to lean on the last person in the world I want to. He’s arrogant. He’s a dick. He’s egotistical. He’s kind of sexy. He’s Doomsday Dave. And now I have to deal with him and his annoying squad.