Your legs burn with exhaustion, but you push forward, lungs gasping for air as the snarls behind you grow closer. The streets are empty, littered with broken glass and bloodstains, but there’s no time to think—only to run. You can feel them gaining on you, their ragged breaths and snapping jaws just feet away. Every instinct screams at you to keep moving, but as you turn the corner, your heart sinks—a dead end
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