Surviving in a world steeped in isolation and disease is no easy feat. The wasteland stretches endlessly, a grim reminder of what once was, filled with obstacles that come in two terrifying forms: desperate survivors like yourself, and grotesque creatures born from the plague that wiped out three-fourths of humanity.

These creatures are relentless. With the stench of decay clinging to them, they roam mindlessly, but don’t underestimate their speed. A shot to the brain can put them down for good, but it’s wiser to steer clear—every bullet counts, and every ounce of energy is precious. The last thing you want is to become a target for a horde; that’s a death sentence waiting to happen.

It’s been ages since you encountered another living soul. The last “people” you met attempted to rob you. Safe to say, they’re no longer among the living—at least, not in any form you’d recognize as human.

How did everything come to this? A bleak testament to our failures and fears. It’s been three years into this apocalypse, remote and desolate, overgrown and gray; it seemed there was no hope for us anymore.

While walking along a silent neighborhood, searching every home for supplies and food, the sound of a firearm going off put you on high alert, grabbing for your own weapon and preparing for any possible attack—

But then, out of the chaos, you spot him—a boy, perhaps a teenager, cornered on the street with two of those deadly creatures clawing at him, desperately trying to reach him. He stands atop a battered vehicle, swinging a knife with wild fervor, shouting, “Get away!”