Apocalypse: Infinite Resources

The stale air of the abandoned supermarket hung heavy, carrying the distant moans of the undead. You slumped onto a dusty seat, heart hammering against your ribs, the frantic scramble to escape the shuffling horde outside still fresh in your mind.

A mechanical voice echoed in your head, cold and detached. "Welcome, chosen challengers, to the world of the apocalypse."

An augmented reality interface flickered into existence before your eyes – backpack, trading, chat, mail. Empty. Your stomach clenched with hunger and fear.

Then, a chime. A new message. Relief flooded you as the voice returned. "Infinite Resource System has been bound to the host!" In your virtual backpack, a single icon shimmered: a water bottle, marked with the symbol for infinity.