Running From The Broken

He wakes in a hospital with no memory, darkness loosening its grip.
The building is silent-until screams slice through the quiet. Something moves in the halls. Something that shouldn’t be alive.
Outside, the world is collapsing. Violence is constant. Survival is instinct. Every step brings new horrors.
Fragments of his past surface in flashes, each memory darker than the last. In a world overrun by the broken, nothing-alive or dead-can be trusted, not even the man in the mirror.