Mike Valor walks alone through the wreckage of a city that once breathed with life, but now groans under the weight of decay. Shadows creep along broken streets, where the dead don’t rest, and hunger never fades. His hands are scarred, his eyes hollow from things he's seen—things he’ll never unsee. Every step feels heavier, the silence too loud, except for the shuffle of something lurking nearby, always nearby. The world rots around him, and so does his hope. There’s no salvation, just survival, and even that seems like a lie. Something worse than death waits in the dark.