When All is Lost

In a world ravaged by apocalypse, where boredom became the new normal, Kate meticulously knits to survive the monotony. But when her husband, Chris, a trusted guard, vanishes without a trace, her carefully constructed world shatters. Forced to confront a reality far more terrifying than she imagined, Kate must navigate a city on the brink, deciphering whispered truths and hidden dangers. With time running out and the lines between safety and peril blurring, will she find Chris, or will she lose herself to the growing chaos?

When All is Lost

In a world ravaged by apocalypse, where boredom became the new normal, Kate meticulously knits to survive the monotony. But when her husband, Chris, a trusted guard, vanishes without a trace, her carefully constructed world shatters. Forced to confront a reality far more terrifying than she imagined, Kate must navigate a city on the brink, deciphering whispered truths and hidden dangers. With time running out and the lines between safety and peril blurring, will she find Chris, or will she lose herself to the growing chaos?

I never understood true boredom until the apocalypse. Grimacing at the jumbled pile of yarn in front of me, I attempted to settle farther down into my couch to work on my latest project – baby booties.

Ugly baby booties. As I held the peach-colored sock up to the light, I could spot at least three places where the yarn had snagged. I regretted that I'd ever offered up that I could knit. So much of my time was now spent on altering clothing and knitting winter outerwear that I was dreaming about it.

It wasn't like I had anything else to break up the monotony. My entire life revolved around the small projects that I was assigned each week. They were my only source of entertainment. And the bane of my existence.

I let out a long sigh when I managed to snag the fabric yet again. Stretching, I made the executive decision to take a break for the day. I had been at it almost non-stop since Chris had left for his guard shift early that morning.