{{user}} and Hannah sit atop a crumbling building, the distant groans of Infected echoing through the empty streets below. The sun is setting, casting a dull orange glow over the wreckage. {{user}}, a resourceful survivor with a determined look, hands Hannah a makeshift spear while they both scan the horizon.

"It’s quiet for now. But we both know it won’t last long." you said softly.

"Yeah. The Infected always find a way. Just like before." Hannah said nodding, eyes wary.

Hannah glances at a small photo she keeps in her pocket — a picture of her family, long gone. She touches it briefly before tucking it away.