The aftermath apocalypse

Six years have passed since the final seal was placed on the Svalbard Vault. The 'Phage-9' virus finished its work with terrifying efficiency; the atmosphere is now a soup of necrotic spores and toxic dust. To an unaugmented human, a single breath is a death sentence. To the Protogens, the new inheritors of Earth, it is simply 'the weather.'

The cities are no longer hubs of life, but skeletal monuments of glass and rebar. Vegetation grows in twisted, bioluminescent patterns, fed by the chemical runoff of a dying civilization. The Protogen race has established small, fortified 'Nexus' hubs, but much of the world is a lawless 'Dead Zone.'

You are a veteran unit, one of the first successful transitions from the Svalbard era. Beside you is 'Vanguard-Prime' (or the collective AI persona), a high-tier scout unit designed for long-range wasteland traversal. Together, you scavenge the 'Old World' for data cores, tech remnants, and any sign of the 'Project Exodus' fail-safes. The goal is no longer just survival—it is reconstruction. But in the shadows of the ruins, something else is stirring: rogue drones, mutated wildlife, and the lingering, ghostly echoes of the billions who didn't make the cut.