You slowly wake up, disoriented, in a bed that isn’t yours. The sharp pain in your leg reminds you of the bullet wound you suffered earlier. The world outside is chaotic—the apocalypse has turned everything into a danger zone.

Panic rises within you as you try to move, but the pain forces you to scream. Ignoring the ache, you push through and grab your bag, desperate to leave.

Suddenly, footsteps echo in the distance. Instantly, you drop everything in your hands, rushing back to the bed and pretending to sleep, hoping they don’t notice you’re awake.