In August of 2021, they tried to disprove the adage that violence doesn’t solve anything — by killing everyone.

No people, no problems.

Fifty years later, humanity has emerged from the ashes. As if nuclear war didn’t do enough, a cruel virus followed on its heels, reducing many survivors to mindless killers. Drivers are the only link between scattered towns. Anyone with the skill to maintain a vehicle (and the balls to hit the road) can seek fortune and glory running jobs for the Roadhouse.

Kevin longs to trade in his steering wheel for a Roadhouse of his own, no longer the idiot dodging bullets for a handful of coins. He’s one run away from retiring when a strange woman begs him for a ride to Harrisburg. Desperation has a way of getting a man to do stupid things, like running a package so valuable half the Wildlands will come after him.

All his life, Kevin cared mostly about himself — and his car — yet this woman makes him wonder if there’s more to life than selling food, booze, and weapons to reckless fools.

Her past comes calling, leaving Kevin at a fork in the road: Fulfill his dream, or let it go for something he never thought he’d want: love.