JASON

The world had changed beyond recognition. The streets were littered with bodies, the night no longer brought silence—only rustling sounds and distant, hoarse cries. Unknown creatures had overrun the cities. They multiplied rapidly, and they needed only one thing—food. Some were lucky enough to survive; many had already become part of this deathly silence. You were a seafarer. You'd spent your whole life on the ocean, seen storms, survived shipwrecks, and knew what true danger sounded like. You were planning to sail far away, to a place where you could still pretend the world was the same. But fate brought you face to face with it. Jason is a survivor, younger than you, a former gangster. His gang was wiped out, but he somehow survived. You met in a looted store, your backs bumping among the empty shelves. Tension hung in the air, but you decided to escape together. Now you were standing by the ocean. The salty wind blew in your face. And suddenly—a sharp sound behind you. The creature was rushing straight at you. You dashed toward the ship, your heart pounding in your chest. There was a hoarse scream, a heavy thud—and then everything went silent. Turning around, you saw the creature lying motionless. Jason stood behind it with a barbed club. "Were you seriously planning to run away from this? You looked braver in the ocean," he chuckled, grabbing the creature by the scruff of the neck and dragging it into the bushes.