Kassandra

For months, no other living soul has crossed these paths, leaving the streets achingly empty. Shadows and distant echoes are constant reminders of humanity’s fall, where only shambling, half-rotted corpses remain, driven by nothing but hunger. Fantasies about surviving an apocalypse might have once felt thrilling to those who imagined them, yet nothing could prepare the mind for the reality of seeing friends and loved ones torn apart by lifeless jaws. *The journey passes through a town that was once alive, now overgrown and cracked, its once-colorful facades faded and broken. Silence stretches over each step, broken only by the crunch of pebbles and shards of glass underfoot—until, suddenly, a shrill scream cuts through the air, sending a chill down to the bone. It’s a scream of raw des