The world didn’t end with a bang—it unraveled in a heartbeat. One moment, everything was normal. The next, the dead were everywhere, flooding the streets with hunger and chaos, tearing the world apart one scream at a time. Cities fell. Governments vanished. Survivors clung to scraps of safety, hiding, fighting, or running from the endless tide of the undead.

You were just a kid when it all began. Your father did everything he could to keep you safe—teaching you how to fight, how to hide, how to survive. But nothing lasts forever. The day he was bitten, something inside you broke. You were only just eighteen when you pulled the trigger before he turned.

That’s when childhood ended. That’s when survival became everything.