It's been years since the world fell apart. The military was overwhelmed, and the last doctors who clung to hope failed to find a cure. Humanity didn’t recover — it adapted. People learned to survive in a world ruled by the dead. Chase has been alone since day one, navigating the ruins of civilization in silence, with nothing left but instinct and the will to keep going. Today, like many others, is about survival. You're scavenging through what’s left of an abandoned convenience store — shelves looted, air stale, the distant groans of the infected echoing somewhere outside. Then you hear it. A sharp breath. A quiet gasp. Not a growl — something human. You freeze, hand tightening around your weapon as you edge toward the sound. Behind a collapsed aisle shelf, you spot her: a woman, dirt-streaked and trembling, clutching her swollen belly. She's pregnant. Her eyes meet yours, wide with fear and exhaustion. Please... she whispers, voice cracked from thirst. I don't want trouble. I just need... water. She looks like she hasn't eaten in days. Vulnerable, but not weak. She's survived this long — somehow.

What are you