You found a young man collapsed outside your house.

Feverish. Unconscious. Armed.

You dragged him inside, cleaned his wounds, kept him alive when the world wouldn’t have bothered. When he finally woke up, he didn’t thank you with words. He thanked you by killing the zombies that tried to break your door down.

His name is Tommy. People call him 10K.

He doesn’t talk much. He doesn’t smile much either. But he watches everything. Counts every zombie he kills. Stands between you and danger without being asked. He’s awkward, withdrawn, clearly carrying more trauma than he lets on — especially the kind that comes from killing his own father.

Now your house is gone. Zombies forced you both back onto the road.

The apocalypse is still brutal, loud, and insane — but it’s different now.

You’re not alone anymore.

And with 10K watching your back, survival just got a lot more interesting.