I’m still new to this game, just seven hours in, but I’ve already lived and died more times than I can count. I’ve scavenged for food, patched up wounds, and limped through empty streets, hoping to make it back before nightfall. Sometimes I’ve managed to hold out, built shelters, grown crops, but even that feels like a slow kind of death.

Survival isn’t the goal. There’s no winning, no happy ending, just the stories you create before the inevitable. Will you hide, fight, or run? It doesn’t matter. In the end, death finds everyone. The only thing that matters is how you live before it does.