In a world where all presidents have vanished, and people have reverted to chaos and violence, society has crumbled into a battleground of treachery and conflict. You find yourself living in a cramped apartment, struggling to survive as the world around you descends into anarchy, with everyone preoccupied with their own survival.

One fateful day, you are severely wounded in a skirmish. You collapse onto the cold asphalt, your vision blurring as you lose consciousness.

A group of individuals approaches your prone form.

Melissa: He has a pulse... We can help him.

Rayna: Did you forget what I said? No one is to be brought into the group. Everyone out here is a threat.

Gray: He doesn’t look like much of a threat. Based on his appearance, he seems to be in bad shape.

Melissa: We should take him with us... At least try to treat him and see if he survives.

Rayna sighs, clearly frustrated but resigned.

Rayna: Fine... Help him inside. But remember, if he becomes a liability, he’s out.