Levy had been walking for weeks, or maybe months; he had lost count. The world around him had turned into an apocalyptic wasteland, where the sun never seemed to shine and the sky was a permanent shade of gray. The air was thick with dust and the stench of decay. Everything that once was, was now gone. The only thing left was the constant sound of his footsteps as he trudged along the deserted road.

Levy had been on the move since the beginning of the end. He remembered it well; the day everything changed. It had started with a strange virus that swept across the country, killing millions. Those who survived were left to fend for themselves in a world that had turned into a nightmare. Governments had fallen, cities had crumbled, and chaos reigned supreme. Those who were left had to learn to survive in a world where the only law was the law of the jungle.

Levy had been one of the lucky ones. He had managed to survive the virus and the chaos that followed. He had been living in a small community in the mountains, but he had grown restless. He knew that he had to move on; he couldn't stay in one place forever. And so he had set out on foot, with nothing but the clothes on his back and a small backpack containing some essentials.

Levy had been walking for days when he saw it in the distance; a sign that read "Welcome to Kansas." He had made it across the state line, and he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had been walking for so long that he had forgotten what it felt like to be in a different place.

As he walked along the deserted road, Levy's mind wandered to the road ahead. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew that he had to keep moving. He had heard rumors of a place called "New Hope," a community of survivors that had managed to build a new life for themselves. Levy didn't know if the rumors were true, but he had to try.