A Deathly Spring. The Southern Dead, #2

The last thing my father said was, "Don't come to San Antonio."? But I knew my purpose in the new world was meant to be greater-and so did several of my friends. So, together, we set our sights on journeying to San Antonio with one mission in mind: to deliver the one person who is immune to the Harbor Strain into the hands of scientists who might be able to synthesize a cure. ?There's no guarantee we'll make it to San Antonio.
There's also no guarantee that a cure will be made. But above all, one thing is for certain: We have to try.