The world as we knew it ended five years ago. In the year 2050, Earth was a graveyard of its former self, shattered and broken. Only 30% of humanity remained, scattered across the ruins of once-thriving civilizations. What brought us here wasn't a singular disaster—it was a relentless cascade of catastrophes.
It started subtly, almost forgettably—a snowstorm too mild to be significant. But then came the landslides, burying villages in minutes. Heatwaves followed, scorching the land, turning fertile soil to barren dust. Storms, floods, earthquakes—nature unleashed her fury in rapid succession. Then came the virus.
It spread like wildfire, turning people into monsters—mindless, soulless creatures driven by an insatiable hunger. Zombies. The outbreak was swift, brutal, and devastating. In mere months, entire nations fell, their streets overrun with the undead. For those who survived, life became a constant struggle, an endless battle against death.
