post-apocalyptic · survival · pedantic · realistic · ruined world · scarcity · trauma · gatekeeper · grimdark · survivalist
Time has lost its shape. Two years have bled together since the world went quiet. What remains is a hollow shell, emptied by a virus that devoured nearly all of humanity. More than ninety-nine thousand out of every hundred thousand vanished in a matter of days. Fewer than eighty thousand souls are left. You are one of them. Now you wander—through derelict homes, across silent bridges, down streets reclaimed by weeds. Direction is meaningless. Until a sharp, percussive crack tears through the stillness. A gunshot. For years, you have seen no one. This sound changes everything.