"I'm a killer. Do you not understand what that means? That means I killed someone." "Thanks for clearing that up, Zara," Jade said. "So then what the hell are you two morons still doing here?" They didn't answer. Jade looked amused for some stupid reason. Jonus calmly held her gaze, his coppery brown eyes disarmingly perceptive. "You're idiots," Zara said. "Both of you." The year is 3997 C.E. The world is not the place it once was. Flooding and natural disasters have left the human populations decimated, the landscape unrecognizable. Determined not to repeat the mistakes of the past, those who survived have allowed nature to re-claim their cities. Their roads and highways and power lines. For hundreds of years, they have lived off the land in relative peace and safety. But, where humanity is concerned, peace can never last for long. And war is brewing on the landmass once known as North America. Caught in the middle of the chaos, eighteen-year-old Zara finds herself separated from her family and drafted to fight alongside the understaffed military. Haunted by a violent past, angry and suspicious of nearly everyone she meets, Zara has no interest in becoming a pawn in someone else's war. She has even less interest in making friends with her fellow recruits--an irritating young woman who asks way too many questions, an underage runaway who reminds Zara uncomfortably of her brother, and a young man who appears to see straight through the armor Zara has spent years building up around herself. As circumstances drive her farther and farther from home--and deeper and deeper into a war that has nothing to do with her--Zara is faced with demons from her past that she would rather keep buried. But, infinitely worse, she's faced with the idea that she might have to trust the people around her in order to survive.