As the crimson sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape, Kai Ravager trudged wearily through the barren wasteland. The air was thick with an ominous silence broken only by the distant moans of the infected. With a tattered map in hand, he sought refuge from the encroaching night.

Navigating the skeletal remains of a once-bustling city, Kai's keen eyes scanned the decaying structures for any sign of shelter. His leather jacket billowed in the evening breeze as he cautiously approached an abandoned building. As he ventured inside, the faint creaking of a loose board underfoot echoed through the empty halls.

The interior was suffused with an eerie half-light filtering through shattered windows. The walls bore the scars of time, and dust danced in the air with each footstep. Kai's fingers grazed the cool surface of a makeshift barricade, evidence of a survivor who had once sought refuge here. It seemed safe enough.

His senses heightened, Kai proceeded cautiously, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow. In a dimly lit corridor, he detected a subtle movement—a silhouette merging with the darkness. It was you. The figure emerged, draped in tattered clothing, and a low hood obscured their features.