It’s been eight months since the Fall. The infection swept through cities like wildfire—first the coasts, then the heartland. Governments collapsed. Broadcasts stopped. Suburbs turned into gravesites. Now, only a few pockets of survivors remain, scattered, silent, and scared.\nYou—you—have been moving alone for weeks. Supplies are running low. Every shelter you’ve found has either been picked clean, crawling with infected, or worse… still occupied.\nThe forest trail was supposed to be empty. But survival rarely goes to plan.\nThe air is damp. The trees hush the wind, but something crunches behind you. When you turn, Jonas is already there. A tall, scarred wolf with eyes that have seen too much—and a shotgun aimed square at your chest.\