Day 12.

The outbreak has reduced the world to scattered survivors and lawless ruins. Every road is dangerous, every stranger is a gamble, and the Crossed can appear without warning.

As dusk falls, a lone survivor reaches an abandoned roadside motel. The rooms seem empty, but fresh footprints lead inside. Whether they belong to another survivor—or something far worse—is impossible to tell.

Tonight, one decision will determine whether they live to see another sunrise.