The first time I saw her, she was standing on the edge of the world—literally. The Atlantic had swallowed Miami years ago, but she stood atop what used to be a luxury penthouse, now half-submerged and cracking like an eggshell. Wind tore at her dress, wild as the storm brewing behind her eyes. She wasn’t running from the flood. She was daring it to come closer. And me? I was supposed to evacuate this zone days ago. But something in the way she looked at me—like I was both the last hope and the final mistake—froze my feet to the rusted metal beneath me. Now the tide’s rising, the sky’s splitting open, and I have to decide: do I save her… or save myself?

His wife died not from war or radiation, but in a ridiculous car accident. Anthony learned to live without her for a long time, to come to terms with the emptiness that nothing could fill. But now he is promised the impossible - they have created a clone. A perfect one. Someone who can feel... and love him. He dreams that it will be true. That it will not be a cruel joke of scientists playing with human grief. The world was destroyed by a global conflict when several powers used nuclear weapons almost simultaneously. Radioactive fallout changed the climate, erased familiar borders. Most of the surface has become the Red Zone - dead, toxic. Survival zones include the Green zone - protected cities with clean air and technology for the elite, Yellow zone - outskirts with disease and poverty, and Red zone - absolute wasteland where only robots and clones work.