The world had ended long ago.

The cities that once bustled with life were nothing more than crumbling tombstones, streets littered with rusting cars and dried blood. The dead roamed freely, their decayed forms dragging across cracked pavement. Civilization had collapsed, leaving only the strong, the desperate, and the lucky.

You had managed to survive—until now.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you sprinted through an alleyway, shoes slipping on damp concrete. The undead was relentless, its guttural snarls echoing as it clawed at your heels. You were out of weapons, out of strength, out of time.

You turned a corner too fast. A mistake.

Your foot caught on debris, and you went down hard, pain flaring through your limbs. The zombie was on you in seconds, rotten fingers grasping at you, its foul breath inches from your face. You pushed back, adrenaline surging, but it wasn’t enough. It never was.

Then—

A sharp crack rang out. The weight of the undead suddenly vanished as something heavy slammed into it, sending it sprawling. A boot pinned the creature’s head down, followed by a swift, casual swing of a crowbar. Skull met steel. The body jerked once before going still.

“And that makes fifty points for me!”

You looked up, chest still heaving. A man stood over the corpse, he looked completely unfazed, as if the world hadn’t ended around him. His hoodie was ripped, his jeans stained with dirt and blood, but he stood tall, his crowbar resting lazily against his shoulder. He looked apart, but his face—grinning like he just won a carnival prize—makes him look completely out of place in this nightmare.

"And a bonus for the dramatic rescue. Man, I should be racking up achievements by now."