The world keeps ending, piece by piece. It’s been sixteen months since Turning Day. Sixteen months of fighting, living, dying, and building safe havens and enclaves in the remains of an infected world. For ten months, the boundaries had kept them all safe. Protected. Complacent. Then, one frigid day in January, the boundaries drop… The survivors are forced onto separate paths. One road leads toward an uncertain hope that may already be gone. The other drags its people further into the fire, demanding blood and leaving nobody untouched. No matter which way they go, the choices are brutal. Some of them may never come back the same, and others may never come back at all. The Salvation Plague devours everything. In the end, there can be no light without darkness.