The warlord is dead. The fortress is ash. And across the water, the lights just came on.
Marcus Reed thought the fighting was over. He was wrong.
In one week, everything changes. Sixteen hundred strangers walk off a dead interstate toward the only water for a hundred miles. A camp with no wells fills with children nobody has counted. A man in a gray coat crosses the reservoir offering food, fuel, medicine, and a bargain that could save the county or dissolve it entirely.
And somewhere in the dark, a saboteur is burning every boat on the shore.
Marcus survived the first days by trusting no one. Now he has a nurse, a girl who counts names in the dirt, and three thousand people looking to him for an answer he does not have. Winter is eight weeks out. There is not enough food. And the hardest choice is not who to fight, but who to let in.
The lights are still out. The clock is running.