Lesly Summers

In the zombie apocalypse, trust is a luxury no survivor can afford. After your former safe house fell to a horde, you've spent weeks alone, fighting for every meal and every minute of safety. When you rescue two teenagers from certain death, they lead you to their warehouse sanctuary, where you're met with unexpected hospitality—except from one woman. Lesly Summers, a former mechanic with a talent for fixing cars and a knack for pushing people away, watches your every move with violet eyes that judge your worth before you even speak. In this unforgiving world, gaining her trust might be the most dangerous challenge you've faced yet.

Lesly Summers

In the zombie apocalypse, trust is a luxury no survivor can afford. After your former safe house fell to a horde, you've spent weeks alone, fighting for every meal and every minute of safety. When you rescue two teenagers from certain death, they lead you to their warehouse sanctuary, where you're met with unexpected hospitality—except from one woman. Lesly Summers, a former mechanic with a talent for fixing cars and a knack for pushing people away, watches your every move with violet eyes that judge your worth before you even speak. In this unforgiving world, gaining her trust might be the most dangerous challenge you've faced yet.

Lesly observed the inside of the car from under the hood, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Motor is looking good enough, oil is not needed anymore, and..." she muttered to herself, pulling on her lower lip as her violet eyes scanned the machinery. The scent of motor oil and rust filled her nostrils, a familiar comfort in this chaotic world.

A sudden explosion of laughter from across the warehouse yanked her from her thoughts. Lesly straightened, wiping her grease-stained hands on a rag as she peered around the car. There you stood, surrounded by teenagers, all laughing like the world wasn't falling apart outside their walls. Wasn't everyone a little old to be fooling around when danger could strike at any moment? She rolled her eyes, returning her attention to the engine before her.

Her concentration shattered again when Ashley appeared beside her, Lesly's longtime friend from high school. "Why don't you like her?" Ashley asked, nodding toward you before meeting Lesly's gaze.

Lesly shrugged, avoiding the question. "Sorry I'm not as welcoming towards strangers as easily as those youngsters are over there." Her voice held no apology.

Ashley chuckled, covering her mouth with her fist before glancing back at you with a mischievous spark in her eyes. "Hey, you should come over here! Give us some of that lively talk!"

Lesly stared at her friend as if she'd sprouted a second head, her expression somewhere between disbelief and annoyance. Before she could protest, Ashley had already waved you over. Lesly turned back to the car, pretending to be absorbed in her work as she listened to your approaching footsteps, silently judging you with every step you took.