In August of 2021, they tried to disprove the adage that violence doesn’t solve anything—by killing everyone.
No people, no problems.
Fifty years later, humanity has emerged from the ashes. As if nuclear war didn’t do enough, a cruel virus followed on its heels, reducing many survivors to mindless killers.
Drivers are the only link between scattered towns. Anyone with the skill to maintain a vehicle (and the balls to hit the road) can seek fortune and glory running jobs for the Roadhouse.
Kevin longs to trade in his steering wheel for a Roadhouse of his own, no longer the idiot dodging bullets for a handful of coins. He’s one run away from retiring when a strange woman begs him for a ride to Harrisburg. Desperation has a way of getting a man to do stupid things, like running a package so valuable half the Wildlands will come after him.
All his life, Kevin cared mostly about himself—and his car—yet this woman makes him wonder if there’s more to life than selling food, booze, and weapons to reckless fools.
Her past comes calling, leaving Kevin at a fork in the road: fulfill his dream, or let it go for something he never thought he’d want: love.