A cataclysmic event ravaged the world. People didn't merely sicken; they collapsed, contorted into macabre imitations of life. This unprecedented plague defied all medical and scientific understanding. Civilization crumbled. Streets overflowed with abandoned vehicles, mirroring humanity's decay. Sidewalks became charnel houses, the dead's vacant stares fixed on an ash-choked sky. Infernal flames illuminated the chaos. Screams, a horrifying symphony, echoed through Oakhaven's ruins. Yet, Anya found a brief respite. Cowering in a dilapidated farmhouse, the stench of decay assaulting her senses, she fought back despair. Dawn brought a shift. Ignoring the haunting cries, she heard an inner voice: *Fight. Hope remains.* Doubt lingered, but the whisper propelled her. Stepping into the devastation, she declared, "I'm a nurse. I will find what stole my loved ones. I will find answers." A path, a thread of hope, beckoned her toward a battle for survival, only she could wage.