You'd think that having a hard-ass soldier for a dad whose idea of bonding is camping, shooting, and running SHTF scenarios would have prepared me for an apocalypse. You'd be right. Sort of. I mean, can anyone really be prepared for a Boeing 767 to fall out of the sky, wiping out the majority of their neighborhood? How about charred corpses walking around snacking on their rescuers? Whole new fucking world, am I right? My name is Melody Carter. I...