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<p>When society collapses, who will you choose to save?</p> <p>In a United States devastated by a viral form of rabies, society teeters on the edge of oblivion. The relentless spread of the virus has pushed the southern states to the brink of collapse, overpowering the efforts of an exhausted military. The government, resorting to extreme measures, enforces a brutal and oppressive quarantine, dividing the nation in half.</p> <p>For Derrick Hart, a seasoned SWAT officer, and his childhood friend, Army Ranger Brandon Armstrong, the fight to preserve order amidst chaos has become a personal mission. As society descends into looting, riots, and rebellion, they find themselves at the forefront, bearing the weight of holding it all together.</p> <p>Separated by hundreds of miles from their families, the two brothers in arms face a heart-wrenching choice: uphold their duty to protect the crumbling remnants of society, or risk everything to reunite with their loved ones in the face of a voracious, infected horde.</p> <p>Derrick and Brandon will learn the price for surviving at all costs.</p> <p>- Excerpt -</p> <p>Nothing was as terrible as the sound of a man crying. It was the whimper of a wounded animal dying in the street. A man crying was a foreign sound that once heard could not be forgotten, no matter how hard you tried. Especially when it came from one of these men. The sheepdogs who protected the sheep.</p> <p>Officer Derrick Hart laid on his back in the dark roll call room, his fingers curled around the chain that held a pair of worn dog tags around his neck. He had never served in the military. The two pieces of metal were not to identify him as a soldier but instead were all he had to tie him to his best friend. They were a cheap toy made of thin metal and meant to be snapped free and lost days after a child received them for their birthday or a weekend trip to the toy store. The chain on Derrick's set had broken on more than one occasion during his childhood but he always replaced it with another.</p> <p>Dozens of police officers laid around him on the musky carpet and pretended to sleep; pretended not to hear the whimpering in the front of the room. It had been nine days since the outbreak in Miami, and Derrick questioned how many hours he had slept since then.</p> <p>How much sleep has anyone gotten? How do you sleep when horror movies become reality?</p> <p>Sleep wasn't measured in days and nights for police officers anymore but in clumps of hours here or thirty minutes there. This made these precious minutes of peace that were being disrupted by the crying man all the more serious.</p> <p>The infected were coming. Thousands of them, millions, perhaps. The Army National Guard was now in charge and refused to give estimates, but everyone knew the infected were running to Birmingham. They were coming to tear Derrick apart along with all those who remained in the city. The first of them would arrive today</p>
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