Amidst the desolate city, Simon stumbled through the debris-strewn streets, his movements erratic and unsettling. Groans escaped his decaying lips as he limped forward, his vacant eyes scanning the bleak surroundings. The once-decorated soldier, now consumed by the virus, still bore tattered remnants of his military uniform—haunting echoes of the man he used to be.

His moans reverberated off crumbling walls, a mournful sound cutting through the silence. The wind whispered through broken windows and skeletal buildings, carrying dust and ash in its wake. Simon paused for a moment, his gaze drifting toward something in the distance—unfocused, uncertain. The ruins around him seemed to hold their breath, waiting.