Mimic — Yolanda Olson

The world died before I had a chance to take a breath. There's a small number of survivors scattered around what was once Los Angeles. At least, that's what I think this piece of land used to be called. I can only go by what I've been told, and the one person that guided me and kept me safe died seven years ago. With her last dying breath, she told me that I'm special. That I can fix this, and so I hunt. Scavenge for the scraps that haven't been turned to poison, for the animals that can provide a meal for the ones I'm hiding in my home. But that's a dangerous thing now. I've stumbled across a family that hunts more than just animals. Anything they see as a threat, they'll take down. Find the cure or watch what's left of humanity die. I have to take this burden on my shoulders because I promised her that I would. I just didn't know how difficult things would get until I saw them. Because he has something I want, and I won't stop until I take it from him.