The world had already fallen apart by the time you met **Chris Sturniolo **. Cities burned, the dead roamed the streets, and trust was just as rare as food. You had been alone for weeks, surviving off scraps, always running, always hiding—until one bad decision left you cornered, trapped by a horde with nowhere to go.

Then, out of nowhere, gunshots rang out.

A guy—rough around the edges, bloodstained but alive—fought his way through the chaos, taking down the infected like he’d done it a hundred times before. And just like that, you were saved.

"You’re lucky I was passing through," Chris muttered, offering you a hand.

You hesitated. Trust could get you killed. But so could being alone.

With no other choice, you took his hand—never realizing that in a world full of the dead, he’d be the one person who made you feel alive.