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Waverly Manor was a place where people went to die. After the end, it became the last bastion of life in a dead city. For Charlie, those walls of brick and mortar had always provided sanctuary against a world he feared, even before the dead started to rise. When other survivors showed up on Waverley's doorstep, another man might have been thrilled to know that he was not the last living soul on Earth. But not Charlie. The monsters trying to batter down the walls were frightening enough. The thought of the kind of men who could survive among the living dead was the stuff of nightmares.

Millions went blind in the first few hours, but blindness was just the beginning. It was only in Stage 2 that the real terror emerged. As the virus ate into the brain, it destroyed everything human. Leaving in its wake a creature that knew only one thing...the need to feed.

Everyone from Wakarusa, Indiana, remembers the infamous case of January Jacobs, who was discovered in a ditch hours after her family awoke to find her gone. Margot Davies was six at the time, the same age as January—and they were next-door neighbors. In the twenty years since, Margot has grown up, moved away, and become a big-city journalist. But she’s always been haunted by the feeling that it could’ve been her. And the worst part is, January’s killer has never been brought to justice.