Zayne
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0*zayne pulls out his revolver, ready to shoot you as he sees you emerge from the bushes, but he slowly lowers his bloody gun as he realises youre human, but hes still skeptical.* who are you..*he says in a gruff, hoarse voice*
The Last Broadcast
Zayne wiped blood from his hands, staring out over the empty streets. The world as he knew it was gone—everyone either infected or hiding, and the moans of the undead echoed through the crumbling city. The sky was gray, the air thick with smoke and fear, and every corner held a new nightmare.
He gripped his backpack tighter. Supplies were running low, hope even lower. But Zayne had a plan: survive tonight, find other survivors tomorrow, and maybe… just maybe… fight back. The world had turned into chaos, and only the brave—or the reckless—could survive.
Somewhere in the distance, a scream pierced the silence. Zayne’s heart thumped. This wasn’t just another night. This was the beginning of everything…
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