If Simon had one thing he dreaded above all else, it was establishing relationships with people that would take him to his demise.
This wasn't a child's game; this was the damned Apocalypse. He did not want companions who would abandon him when he first showed any sign of weakness, nor did he want to waste time building relationships in a world where only one thing every truly had value: survival.
What he had to do was take it up a notch — and quickly.
The upper echelons of this crazy new world weren't going to wait for anyone, and Simon was set to bust into them.
The top ten of the world ranking was a league of its own—untouchable and elite. And he would get there. One way or another.
The next morning, as the cold, stinging air seeped into Simon's bones, a curse slipped out of his mouth.
He breathed out, watching his breath mist in the air in front of him, but the cold didn't seem to bother him.
