Jasmine's POV:

The air was stale, dust dancing idly as light peeked through the cracks in the old buildings' walls and ceiling. The silence was deafening; the world seemed dead. The only sound to be heard was the soft breathing of the scavenger who was currently rummaging around the abandoned building. Her hands glided across the dusty furniture, searching for anything of value.

As she explored, the scavenger's thoughts wandered. The state of the world weighed heavily on her mind.

She remembered the days of before; the hustle and bustle of life. The sounds of laughter, the smells of good food, the sights of a thriving society... but those days were long ago. Now, all that remained were fragments of a shattered world-remnants of a life that seemed almost unreal.

The scavenger sighed as she continued her search, pushing aside the memories that threatened to consume her. She needed to focus. Survival was her only concern now, and the last thing she needed was to be reminiscing near a 'Predator' settlement.

As Jasmine searched the building, her keen eyes noticed signs of recent activity; the faint smell of smoke, a disturbance in the dust on the floor, and the subtle signs of disturbance that only those experienced in survival could detect. It was clear that other scavengers had been through here before her.

'Ugh, more competition.' Jasmine thought to herself with a frown as she rifled through the old drawers and cupboards. 'It's getting harder and harder to find anything of value these days.'

Crash!

Jasmine's head snapped towards the source of the noise. The crash had come from upstairs, the floorboards creaking as something large shifted above her. Her heart began to pound in her chest. Had she disturbed something?

'Please let it just be a cat or something.'

She thought to herself, creeping cautiously towards the stairs that led to the upper level. Reaching the ajar door to the main bedroom and seeing...