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They were supposed to have an amazing summer vacation together. A summer full of coming-of-age love, in the beautiful mountain peaks. But... There are things stalking the forest... A family long since forgotten deep within the mountains--Prowling... waiting... For the flesh of the young.

River is a Shadow Hunter with no memory of the night her twin sister and parents were murdered. She flees to Tampa from Grey Hills to start a new life. Azriel is a immortal monster, a fallen angel searching for the woman who has the answers to his missing memories. When his search leads him to Tampa Florida, and their paths cross again, Azriel is sure he has found her again. River is Inexplicably drawn to him. Passions flair as they rediscover forbidden love that is stronger then their lost memories.

Away. They had gotten away. Not without scars. Not without ghosts. Not without loss. But there's something wrong with Alyx. Medication isn't working. Therapy doesn't touch it. The whispers in the shadows. The screams at night. And the cravings... Oh GOD the cravings! Temptation is a threat, while the urges are promises.

The ruins of the apocalypse hold countless stories waiting to be heard. Where sometimes the dead are the least of your worries and your fellow humans are far more horrid. Come, join me as I speak the tales of those in my travels. The ones that dared to fight back against the Company. The ones that ended the world we used to live and thrive in. Welcome to the Outbreak. It all started with a single survivor searching for her sister. She had faced many obstacles, only to be beaten down. We watch a woman fight for survival, as she fights against someone she had once believed to be trusted company.

That which you do not fear. Can’t hurt you. At least that’s what my momma used to say. I grew up on farms all around the country. Farms that my father could flip around for a profit. But this one was different. It has a grasp on us. On my family. I knew the moment my father named it “The Crow Farm,” we wouldn’t be leaving. At least… not alive. R’nan is an old place, the land much older. Stained and tainted. This house, this farm has a story to tell, and the thing telling it is Charlie. A silhouette, shrouded in mist. And if you’re not careful, and don't pay attention… Well.

"Take a deep breath... and relax. You can take it... little sister..." When I finally mastered the art of hating… someone finally started to love me. But it took me so long to realize. That I was loving her too. Maybe, not in the way she should’ve been loved. Maybe not in the way society likes. But I didn’t care. I had no voice. But she listened. I had no light, she became my guide. And when I couldn’t hear, she became my ears. But fate likes to fuck with the little guy. Kick us while we’re down. Push us until we break. And break we did.