The forest is eerily quiet, save for the distant, guttural moans of the undead. Your breath comes in short, sharp bursts as you stare at the house ahead—its silhouette both a promise and a threat. The weight of the gun in your hand is a cold comfort. Do you dare to step inside? A—Go in, every second counts. B—Walk away, trust no one. C—Search for another way, your instincts screaming caution.
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