"Kara Rose. Right, I'll be right there." Elliot said grimly.
He remembered Kara Rose. Of course he did.
In the course of the first horrific week where more than 90 percent of humanity's survivors would perish in a myriad of horrible ways, there were still some human groups which had managed to thrive.
Kara Rose's group was one of those groups.
Hers was a group of vicious, cunning and absolutely merciless teenagers who had somehow gotten their hands on powerful weapons and several armored vehicles that could even fight off several of the weaker alien beasts.
They were one of the stronger powers in Western America and Kara Rose had proven herself over and over again to be a ruthless leader willing to kill at the drop of a hat, as well as an extremely shrewd and capable one, as proven by how powerful her gang became in six short months.
