One year before the apocalypse, I returned with the inventory list of everyone who betrayed me.
They killed my family for seven days of food.
Now I have one year to prepare.
Bunker? Already planned.
Weapons? Already ordered.
Water? Already secured.
Traitors? Already marked.
When the world freezes, they will beg.
When the world burns, they will kneel.
I am Atlas Silva.
And in this life, no one survives my apocalypse for free.