It’s New York, New York City. It’s late. It’s later. It’s a lot later. And the only ones left are either survivors or else crazy. Everyone else has left. And for those that do remain, getting by from one day to the next is next to impossible. But for the few, the wise and wily, there are ways to exploit what does remain. The question, though, is what is left after a city of millions resembles a ghost town? And is there enough to make it? Is long-term thinking even feasible? Is survival even something to consider let alone realistic? Xander thinks it’s possible. He should have left when he could. But he didn’t. He couldn’t say why. But it seemed like the right idea at the moment. Something about having the place to himself had its appeal. But he wasn’t alone; far from it. There were the others, the left behind, the stragglers and procrastinators. But there were also a few who knew what was coming and prepared for it. But behind that awareness was cunning, deceit, and ruthlessness. In time, Zander and that mindset would not only meet but also collide. Fate and desperate destiny would come face to face. Whoever came out on top was yet to be determined. But only one could emerge and go on living.