The Nation 07

Their apartment, a small, second-floor unit in what was once a bustling Los Angeles high-rise, had become their sanctuary, their fortress against the relentless tide of the infected. Months of scavenging, sweat, and ingenuity had transformed it from a cramped living space into a surprisingly resilient stronghold. Boarded-up windows, reinforced doors, and a makeshift barricade crafted from salvaged furniture and metal scraps guarded their only entrance. A crudely fashioned alarm system, cons...