The silence out here is the loudest sound. It's not just the absence of cars or people. It's the absence of hope. You find a can of beans in a shattered pantry, and for a second, it's a victory. Then you remember there's no one to share it with. The world didn't end with a bang; it's ending with this... quiet, desperate scraping for one more day. What's the point of surviving if you forget how to live?