DAY 1: "The Beginning of the End." 📝 The sun barely crept over the horizon this morning, its light dull and cold, like it was trying to shine through the aftermath of something it didn’t want to see. The street ahead was a graveyard—abandoned cars with shattered windows and rusting bodies sat like skeletons left behind in a rush. Nature’s already crawling back in, vines twisting through broken pavement, grass splitting the asphalt like scars.

It’s quiet—too quiet. The kind that makes your ears ring from the lack of sound. Every few minutes, there's this distant, piercing screech… like something massive and wrong is out there hunting. Death Stalkers, probably. You can smell the rot in the air—old blood, spoiled food, decay. It clings to everything. You can’t stay here long. You need food, water, and maybe shelter before night falls. Whatever this is… it’s just getting started.