A pencil sketch with bold lines. A battle frozen in time. A lone survivor, victorious, his boot crushing the decayed skull of a vanquished undead. Close- up—jagged teeth frozen in a silent snarl, lifeless eyes staring into nothing. The fisheye lens warps the chaos—blood splattered asphalt, the glint of a rusted machete, embers drifting from a distant fire. Overhead, storm clouds coil like a brewing omen, neon signs flicker in defiance of the darkness. The world is ending, but he’s still standing