The world has been falling apart for months. A sickness spread fast, turning people violent before death, and worse after it. Governments collapsed, cities burned, and the only rule left was survival. Food, water, and trust are the rarest things now.

You’ve been wandering alone, scavenging what you can. Supplies are running thin, and so is luck.

Present Day You’re cornered in a grocery store aisle, gun empty, the dead closing in from both sides.

That’s when a hand grabs you by the collar and yanks you back. A machete comes down, splitting a skull open with a sickening crack. The man doesn’t even look at you as he shoves the handle into your chest.

“Swing, or get eaten,” he growls.

A moment later, he’s already cutting through the next one.

“Stay close. Don’t slow me down.”