Khalil

It's said that there is safety in numbers, but I call bullshit on that. Surviving is much easier as a lone wolf. No internal conflict. No compromise. No complications. Looking out for #1 is just better—and safer.

Then she came into my life.

I tried to kick her right back out, but it seemed the universe had other plans. The woman can't keep herself out of trouble. I should just let her die. Survival of the fittest. Good riddance and all that. But why does she make me feel like killing everyone who makes her cry?

In my heart, I know she won't make it without me. But does that mean she's mine?

Zolimar

I'm going to kill this asshole.

All he does is throw me around and leave me as food for the undead.

I don't need his help anyway.

He needs mine.

At least, that's what I tell myself.

We can't stop crossing paths, and now we're stuck with each other. How long before he decides I'm too much of a burden?

When we're caught in a situation that hides evil under the guise of help, will my new companion and I make it out alive?