Andrew sauntered through the rubble, his lips curling in a frown as he surveyed the chaos.
Despite the bandits kneeling around him, his mind was miles away, tracing back to the time when everything in his life had abruptly taken a turn for the worse.
About six days ago, he had been an ordinary human, barely scraping by in the harsh reality known as the Apocalypse on Earth.
Having experienced the merciless ordeal known as the Tutorial, his world had been a constant battle for survival.
Every waking moment, for the week it lasted, was a struggle against insurmountable odds, and every night was a miracle if he survived to see another dawn.
Yet, in all those challenges, he had barely leveled up.
He wasn't strong, never was, even before the Apocalypse.
But he was a survivor, and that tenacity kept him alive where strength had failed.
