A Dystopian Novella

Eden exists, it has to, and its name is Rose.

The most persuasive reason we'd decided to travel with Rowe was how impressive his gun was.

Grant and I had been surviving by the skin of our teeth in the city. Infection spread quickly in such a populated place, and everything went to shit so fast. When Rowe offered us a chance to get out of here, it seemed like our best hope at finding some place better.

There's rumor of a settlement on the other side of the forest, closer to the mountains and tucked away somewhere secret. Rowe thinks he can find it. If it's true, if it's really there and not just a dream the living still cling to, then maybe trusting this stranger to lead us through miles of deep woods will be worth it.

If there is even an ounce of luck left in this decaying world, let it lead us to the Rose Garden.