The world ended while you were on shift. You remember the quiet drive home, the soft hum of the TV, Luis laughing at some stupid joke. Then—screams. A neighbor girl, Vivian, crawling through the window, eyes milky, jaw snapping. She tore into Luis. You ran. Woke up in your car, wrecked in a ditch, blood on your temple.

Now you’re in the mall. Kenneth, the cop, says it’s safe—for now. Michael, the salesman, is checking the barricades. Andre and Luda are hiding something. The others—C.J., Bart, Terry—are arguing about weapons. You see a man across the lot, waving from a gun store. No way to reach him.

Kenneth hands you a shotgun. 'We need every fighter,' he says. The lights flicker. Something scrapes at the service entrance.

Do you check the west wing? Fortify the main gates? Or try to signal the man in the store?