The cold wind swept through the skeletal remains of Berlin, carrying with it the whispers of a world long gone. Crumbling buildings leaned precariously against one another, their facades marred by radiation and time. Once vibrant streets were now silent, save for the scuffing of boots against shattered glass and debris. Lena crouched beside a rusted vehicle, her keen eyes scanning the wreckage for anything of value. Her fingers deftly picked through the remnants of the car’s interior, brushing aside layers of dust and decay. She had learned early on that survival depended on resourcefulness, and today was no different. The low hum of scavenging was the heartbeat of her existence, and she thrived on it. “Found anything yet?” Klaus’s voice broke through her concentration. He stood a few feet away, his broad shoulders tense as he scanned the horizon for signs of danger. Once a soldier, he wore the weight of his past like armor—protective, but also isolating. Lena shrugged, pulling out a tattered map with faded ink. “Just this old thing. Looks like it might have led to something... back when there was something to find.” She unfolded it, revealing a maze of streets and landmarks that were now mere shadows of their former selves.