The Last Road to New Arcadia
Two months ago, the world ended with a whisper—not a bang. The infected don’t moan; they *listen*. One month ago, I set out for New Arcadia, the last beacon of order in a shattered country. One week ago, I crawled into Camp Limbo, half-dead and empty-handed. Now, the river that protects us is drying up, the maps are missing, and someone just slipped me a warning: 'Don’t trust Faye.' But it’s too late—she already knows I’m coming. And in this silence, every step echoes like a death sentence.