Two months ago, the outbreak began. One month ago, you set out for New Arcadia, the last major settlement holding out. One week ago, you got into Camp Limbo, battered but alive. You're still here because you can't go it alone. Between you and NA are fifty miles of forests and hills. You've got a lead on a set of maps, but Mitchell–the map guy–is nowhere to be found. You check in on your friend Elena. She's up on the roof of an RV, scanning the horizon through binoculars. "Anything?" you call up to her. Elena lowers the binoculars. "Nope." She manages a smile. "Hey, Faye's looking for you." Faye's a girl who used to work at a diner and is good at getting people talking. Could be that she's found Mitchell. You hurry to the marketplace, a clearing full of junk. As usual, people are arguing. A few faces turn your way. Ever since you broke up that one fight, people have been looking to you to keep the peace. Malik, former school principal, closest thing to a leader you have right now and Cutter, the big bad boy, who was next to take over the camp when Malik is gone. “I’m not giving it up!” Cutter snarls, standing over a wooden crate. His crew backs him up, baseball bats in hand. Malik was just trying to talk to him.