The sensation was absolute agony. Charles felt the rusted teeth of the creature sink into his shoulder, the ragged snap of his collarbone, and the wet, heavy thud of his own blood hitting the pavement. His vision swam in a sea of encroaching black. He could smell the rot of the thing’s breath, a cloying mix of gangrene and stale copper, and then the sharp, visceral tear of skin being pulled from muscle.He didn't just die; he was dismantled.Charles jerked upright, his lungs screaming for oxygen that hadn't been denied to them. He gasped, clawing at his chest, expecting to find the jagged hole where his heart should have been. Instead, his skin was smooth. Pale, sweat-slicked, and entirely whole.He was in his bedroom. The air conditioner hummed a low, steady drone. Outside, the morning sun was just beginning to bleed over the skyline of Seattle."Holy shit," he whispered, his voice cracking. He scrambled off the bed, his feet tangling in the duvet. He hit the floor hard, palms stingi

The hallway was a dim, flickering tunnel of misery. The fluorescent light above flickered with a rhythmic, dying buzz, casting long, jumping shadows across the blood-slicked carpet. Charles didn't hesitate. He stepped over the mangled remains of Mr. Henderson, his boots squelching softly in the visceral remains. The steel pipe he’d scavenged from his kitchen plumbing felt balanced, heavy, and lethal in his grip.[Task: Clear the Hallway. Progress: 0/3 hostiles neutralized.]"Come on," Charles whispered, his voice a low, steady hum that lacked any trace of the tremor that had plagued him hours ago. "Show me what you've got."A creature formerly his elderly neighbor, Mrs. Gable lurched from the alcove near the elevator. Her housecoat was torn to ribbons, her chest a hollowed-out cavern of raw, exposed muscle. She let out a wet, clicking sound, her jaw hanging at an unnatural, shattered angle."Hey! Over here, you rotting sack of meat!" Charles snapped, his voice sharp and demanding.The

The stairwell door clicked shut, the heavy steel deadening the distant, frantic echoes of the basement. Charles didn’t look back. His boots struck the concrete with rhythmic, calculated strikes, each impact serving as a heartbeat for the cold machine his psyche had become.He didn't need to check his reflection to know his eyes were different. The reflection in the smudged, dark glass of the emergency exit showed a man who had left humanity in the basement with the bodies of his captors.He reached the ground floor of the commercial plaza. Beyond the heavy glass doors lay the mall a sprawling, two-story labyrinth of stores, now a necropolis of shuttered steel gates and abandoned dreams."Alright, let's see what you’ve got for me," he muttered, his voice echoing in the hollow silence.[Objective: Clear Commercial Plaza Level -1.][Potential Reward: Skill Unlock - Adrenaline Surge.]"Adrenaline surge? Sounds like exactly what I need to clear a path to Elena," he whispered, adjusting the

The static in the alleyway still clung to the air like ozone after a lightning strike. Charles stood amidst the gloom, his breath coming in shallow, ragged puffs. He stared at the spot where the agent had vanished, his hands still curled into white-knuckled fists."Coordinates," Charles muttered, his voice gravelly. He tapped his temple, forcing the System to replay the flickering data stream he’d caught during the scuffle. "You left a breadcrumb, didn't you? Let’s see what you’re hiding."A translucent map bloomed in his vision, highlighting a path toward the St. Jude Medical Center, four blocks away."Medical center," he whispered, a bitter taste rising in his throat. "Of course. Everyone goes to the hospital when the world ends. It’s the perfect trap."He began to move, his boots silent on the cracked pavement. He didn't run; he flowed, his agility now pushing the limits of his human frame. He rounded a corner, only to freeze. A black-clad team not the shambling dead, but tactical