What happens when you're on holiday and the sun explodes? Lord of the Flies meets White Lotus in this whip-smart social satire about the end of the world.

Holiday checklist:
> Pack swimming trunks
> Apply sunscreen
> Survive the (maybe) apocalypse

Professional underachiever Dan Foster is finally taking a break. Sure, his life has been average at best and, yes, he has never has quite lived up to his potential. But after a few Bud Lites in paradise with his girlfriend Mara, things are starting to look up.

Then the sun explodes.

With the island suddenly plunged in darkness, the ultra-rich guests hijack the remaining supplies and declare themselves as the new ruling class. Led by a fitness influencer turned ruthless dictator, martial law is declared and the hoi polloi are press-ganged into service. And it's just Dan's luck that he could land an even worse job while on holiday.

As temperatures drop and class tensions rise, Dan might have found a way for himself and Mara to escape the island. But sneaking away would also mean abandoning the burgeoning revolution that he might-have-kind-of-sort-of single-handedly started.

Perfect for fans of Jackson Ford's 'The Frost Files', Don't Look Up and The End of the F***ing World.