Arjun pressed 'W'. His character moved—but not smoothly. It stuttered, as if fighting against something.
He’d found the old disc at a thrift store for two dollars. The case was cracked, the manual smelled of mildew, and the disc was scarred with concentric scratches. But the title— I Am Alive —had hooked him. A post-apocalyptic survival game where you’re not a hero, just a broken man trying to find his family. No mini-map. No guaranteed bullets. Just dust, desperation, and the hard math of trust.
The red counter flickered.
