The Apocalypse Hoarder
Snow coated the mass in a thick white layer, but the twisted shapes of ten bodies still showed through the frost.
When Zoey came out at last, a faint blush rose to her cheeks the moment she saw him. As a top medical graduate from a prestigious university, she had always carried herself with pride and distance. Men had never gotten close. She had guarded herself for years, saving everything for a future husband or someone she truly loved.
Yet she had given it away here in the middle of a frozen apocalypse as the price for survival, to a man she barely knew.
She looked at Cyrus, took in his tall frame and sharp, steady face, and felt a quiet sense of safety rise in her chest. Women never forgo