Somewhere in the great Mojave desert a motel existed, disconnected from the horrors of the raging apocalypse.

To surviors, it would be a safe haven; A place to rest their heads at night and rekindle the sparks of society rapidly fading out.

If anyone knew it existed, that is.

Moira had 99 problems. Recuiting inhabitants for her safe haven wasn't one she thought would be part of them.