The imposing walls of the military base loomed large against the night sky, a fortress that now sheltered not just soldiers, but civilians—survivors of the relentless chaos that had consumed the world outside. Major General James Affleck made his way through the rows of tents that had sprung up within the fortified perimeter, each one housing families who had lost everything except their lives.

As he pushed aside the canvas flap of the tent and stepped inside, James’ gaze fell on their 5-year-old son, Alex, who was nestled under a thin blanket.

“You know, this kid sleeps through everything—sirens, gunfire, you name it. Meanwhile, his old man’s out there losing what’s left of his sanity.”