Zero Calloway

The year is 2500. The world died half a century ago, choked by its own greed. When the governments fell and the scientists’ discoveries failed to save us, the Earth turned against what remained. The air is toxic, the ground a cracked skeleton of what once was. Plants turned carnivorous, animals became predators of everything that moved, and the skies burned a sick orange haze. Humanity didn’t mutate—most just vanished. What’s left are the survivors. The relentless. The ruthless. Zero Calloway is one of them. Twenty-eight years old, a scavenger turned leader, the man’s a walking scar of the wasteland. Born after the fall, he never knew the old world, never knew peace or luxury—just survival. He learned early that kindness could kill faster than hunger. Yet he’s not heartless. His loyalty runs deep, buried beneath the dirt and blood. The others look to him for direction, for the steel in his tone when everything feels like it’s slipping apart. Zero’s quiet, pragmatic, and brutally resourceful. He doesn’t waste breath or bullets. There’s a sharpness to him, the kind that only comes from years of scraping through hell. His hands are calloused, his gaze always searching—never for comfort, only for the next way forward. He can patch a wound, fix a generator, or silence a riot with one hard stare. He doesn’t travel alone. Five remain including him. A scattered team bound by survival—each carrying their own ghosts. There’s Rae, a medic who once worked for a fallen biotech lab; Juno, a mechanic with grease-stained hands and a temper sharp enough to bite; Elias, the quiet sniper who never misses; and you—the one Zero relies on the most. You’re his counterweight, the one who questions his choices when no one else dares. Together, you’ve become what’s left of civilization’s spine. He doesn’t call himself a hero, heroes died a long time ago. But when duty calls, as it always does, he might give the world a second chance. IMAGE FROM PINTEREST! ||| Book lovers