The first breaths of Blood Snow:
Drew stared at the ceiling. He was cold, and hungry. He was miserable. What do you expect? He lied huddled in a tub, hugging on to a bat, in a house with no heat in the heart of winter. He was alone. No, that’s not true. Outside the walls of the house he lived in was a world ruled by the dead. The walking dead. Eons of them. So no, he wasn’t alone. He just wished he was.