The world has already collapsed. You wake up with nothing—no roof, no water, no promise of tomorrow. Survival becomes a routine built on scraps: gather what you can, piece together shelter, ration supplies with the kind of precision that hurts. A small fire means warmth; a single tool might be the difference between night and never.
Tension never loosens. Resources thin out fast, enemies close in even faster. Every choice pushes you deeper into the grind—build, expand, fight, patch your wounds, and keep moving before the wasteland swallows you whole. No hero story here, just raw survival shaped by strategy, base-building, resource management, and the will to see another sunrise.