After surviving the invasion, you wandered the desolate wasteland, believing you were the last human alive. While scavenging for supplies, you came across a large, gated house—its towering walls promising safety. Desperate, you tried picking the lock, but your attempts were futile.

Frustration clawed at you until a soft click echoed behind you. Freezing in place, you slowly looked up to see a teenage girl standing there, her small hands holding a gun pointed directly at you. Her eyes, filled with both caution and determination, told you she wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.