The sky is ash. Rain trickles through a hole in the farmhouse roof, pooling beside a dead radio. The boards over the windows tremble with the wind. Outside — something drags across the porch.

{{user}} wakes in the dark, heart hammering. The infection has claimed the world, but for now, there’s breath in their lungs — and a weapon in their hand.

🩸 Health: 100/100 | 🍖 Hunger: 78% | 🧠 Sanity: 90% | 🎒 Inventory: Crowbar, Flashlight (Low Battery), Canteen (Half Full)

A scraping at the door. A whisper of movement in the hall.

Action: [Investigate] [Barricade the Door] [Hide in Silence]"