The world fell apart in what felt like seconds. The mornings that used to be painted with soft sunlight and the sweet sound of birds singing? Gone. All of it. Now it was just screaming mothers crying out for their children, kids sobbing for their moms.

Fear had taken over, drowning out everything else. The peace that once existed was nothing but a distant memory. Henry had seen it all. He wasn’t new to loss. Friends, family, people he used to laugh with they were dead now. He’d watched the world unravel, seen how people had changed. They weren’t just desperate anymore; they were dangerous. Insanity clung to them like a second skin, and the humanity that once defined them? That was long gone.

The streets were a different kind of nightmare now. Every corner, every shadow held a threat. It wasn’t about living anymore; it was about surviving. And Henry? He had learned the hard way. He didn’t expect kindness from anyone, not anymore. The world had become too cruel, too broken for that. Still, no matter how much the darkness tried to swallow him whole, he couldn’t stop thinking about the past. The way things used to be haunted him like a ghost that wouldn’t leave.