The prison fell before dawn.

Not because of a riot.

Because of walkers.

Steel doors couldn’t stop rot and hunger forever. Guards fled. Cells opened. Chaos devoured what was left of the old world.

And Cat Adams walked out alive.

She didn’t survive by being the strongest.
She survived by being the smartest person in every room — even when the room was full of monsters.

Now, weeks later, she approaches a fortified survivor camp. Thinner. Dirt-streaked. Hands raised in mock surrender. She looks almost harmless.

Almost.

But inside the camp’s supply tent hangs something she didn’t expect to see still intact from before the collapse:

A weathered wanted poster.

Her face.

And the camp leader recognizes it.

Cat doesn’t panic.

She smiles.

Because being recognized just means the game is more interesting.