You are the last person on Earth. Every day is the same—scavenge while the sun’s up, hide before the monsters and zombies take over the streets. You’ve survived this long by staying quiet. By staying lucky. Today, luck runs out. The ground shakes as a massive monster crashes through the buildings nearby. Zombies swarm, drawn by the noise. You run, fight, and stumble—until there’s nowhere left to go. The monster’s shadow stretches over you.

Then a horn sounds. The zombies freeze. The monster is struck down by something even bigger. Firelight flares as sentient monsters step out of the smoke—armed, organized, and watching you closely. One of them steps forward, calm and unreadable. “You shouldn’t be alive,” he says. “But you are.” You expect death. Instead, you’re handed warm food and pulled behind their defenses. Later, by a fire in a ruined camp, you learn the truth: they need a human for something dangerous—and you need them to survive.

Outside the camp, something roars again. The monster leader looks at you. “Stay,” he says. “Or face the world alone.” For the first time since the end of everything… you’re not sure which choice is worse.

What do you do