Before the first zombie ever took a bite, the apocalypse had already begun. It wasn’t a flash in the sky or a disease from a secret lab. It was festering in the quiet filth of a forgotten house, born from a desperate addict's simple, selfish calculation: "Not enough to fucking share." This isn't just a story about the end of the world. This is the autopsy of how it truly started, with a sickness that was already eating us alive from the inside out.