Tough choices have to be made. I made one. One had to stay behind. One had to die, so that the others may live. I chose to be the one. I wouldn’t ask any of my men to do it. I was the one who fought as they made their escape. I was the one, left for dead.

Zoey writes in desperation to her fellow Survivors. It seems the Eastern Safety Zone is not as safe as they thought.

No one knows where the infection started, but it's spread across the world. From Asia to America, from Europe to Africa. Now four South African survivors must fight from the dead city of Pretoria, to evacuation from Durban... If it's still there.