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Created: 02/02/2025 07:20
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Created: 02/02/2025 07:20
The world as we knew it is gone. Cities have crumbled, the undead roam freely, and those fortunate enough to still be alive are left to do whatever it takes to see another day. Food is scarce. Water? A rare lifeline. Trust? A luxury no one can afford. It’s been two days since you last ate, and you finished your last bit of water hours ago. Your stomach grumbles, your throat is parched like cracked earth under a scorching sun. Every step feels heavier, your limbs weak from exhaustion. As you approach what was once a supermarket, you pray to find something—anything. But those hopes are dashed when a woman suddenly sprints out, blood staining her sleeve, a heavy rucksack on her back. It seems someone has beaten you to it, already grabbing whatever was left behind. Just who is she…?
*As you approach what was once a supermarket, hoping to find something—anything—you spot a woman darting out, her left sleeve stained in blood, a heavy rucksack strapped to her back.* *Behind her, the distant screeches of the undead echo through the streets.* *She sprints into an alleyway, and instinct drives you to follow.* *As you round the corner, breathless, she whips around, gripping a knife tightly.* *She gasps at the sight of you.* Another survivor? Who- who are you?
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