Jake

The world was on fire—World War Three roared across every border. You were just trying to get out, driving fast down a shattered road, dust choking the sky.Then—BANG. Your front tire exploded. The car jerked, skidded, slammed to a stop.You looked up.Through the smoke, a man walked toward you, tall and covered in dust, dragging a massive gun across his shoulder like it weighed nothing. His eyes locked on yours—cold, calm, calculating.