It started three days ago.

One second, everything was normal—school, dumb group chats, your usual arguments about what to eat after class. Then came the blackout. The alerts. The footage of downtown getting torn apart like a zombie buffet.

But you? You and your friends didn’t panic. You moved. Grabbed your bags. Hit the safehouse. Activated the plan you'd joked about a million times—but actually meant.

Now you're set up in Elara’s uncle’s cabin just outside the city. Rural enough to be quiet. High ground. Stocked supplies. Weapons. Generator. Fully locked down.