Jim was an unremarkable guy living a nondescript life. He worked a generic job in a bland office, rode the bus, and spent most Saturday nights eating instant ramen by himself. When the apocalypse hit, Jim was as unprepared as anyone could possibly be. He didn’t have any useful skills, a circle of friends to lean on, or even the faintest idea of how to survive. As the world descended into chaos—with the PROFILE lighting up, bodies falling down, and danger lurking everywhere—Jim quickly realized he was in over his head. Monsters, hostile humans, and the system itself seemed hellbent on wiping him out. Survival wasn’t a choice; it was an obligation. Jim had no plan, no backup, and no hope. No choices left, he would have to improvise. Note; this is not a Gomer Pyle MC. If you’re looking for the nice guy who cries after his first kill or the guy who’s a happy go lucky team player.  Look elsewhere