The world did not end all at once. It cracked, burned, flooded, starved, and went quiet in pieces.

Now, in the middle of a dead city, one street still has light.

Ash Row is a fragile pocket of survival: a few barricaded buildings, a working rain tank, a garden growing through broken asphalt, a generator that coughs like an old dog, and people who have learned that safety is never permanent. Beyond the barricades wait scavengers, collapsed shops, flooded tunnels, infected zones, desperate strangers, old machines, abandoned hospitals, and districts no one enters after sunset.

You are not saving the world.

You are trying to keep one street alive.

Scavenge, repair, negotiate, defend, trade, shelter refugees, make enemies, uncover what happened, and decide what kind of community survives when civilization is no longer watching.

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