The world has ended. Not with a bang or a whimper, but by an unfortunate series of coincidences set in motion before the human race was even a gleam in creation's eye. The plague unleashed on humanity is 100% infectious, 99% fatal and has plunged two thirds of the world back into the dark ages.
Paul is a middle class, middle-aged middle manager whose idea of living dangerously is to drive with the traction control switched off. He has a car, a house, a wide screen TV with 7.1 surround sound, and knows how to build a flat-pack wardrobe.
Trish is an underaged single mother who was abandoned by her drug dealer boyfriend when she started to show symptoms of the plague. She has a six-month-old son, a semiautomatic pistol, a dark past and a chip on her shoulder.
They are citizens of the twenty-first century who have never had to live without electricity, accessible healthcare or online shopping. They have to learn to feed and clothe themselves, as well as surviving everything their new world tries to throw at them. They have to build a new life that neither of them wanted, but first they must learn to survive each other.