My Apocalypse Biker

IRIS
The clock is ticking, and my daughter is sick. The medicine I need is two hundred miles away, and every convoy said no.
Then someone mentions the biker with gang ink who runs impossible routes through zombie territory all alone. He’s dangerous, tattooed, and everything I should fear. He’s also my only hope.

STEPHAN
I don’t take passengers. I have rules that kept me alive for two years: travel alone, stay fast, never get involved.
But this desperate mother needs to reach a hospital two hundred miles through hell, and her ten-year-old daughter is running out of time. Some ghosts won’t let you walk away. And some women make you want to stop running.