The ominous sunset bled into a scarlet night sky, bathing the abandoned city in crimson light. Wails of the undead heralded their coming as we sprinted down the debris-strewn streets, the horde of zombies in ceaseless pursuit. We fired shots at the rotting corpses lurching towards us, yet the creatures were relentless amidst the shadows stretching between collapsed buildings.
This nightmarish hellscape became our reality ever since Patient Zero broke containment, unleashing the mysterious T-virus upon the population. Chaos and fear reigned as the infection rapidly transformed innocent souls into these ambling ghouls driven only by insatiable hunger for living flesh.
Their numbers grew exponentially; it was only a matter of time before no sanctuary remained and humanity faced eradication. Each grotesque monster used to be someone’s mother, father, sibling before the outbreak stripped their eyes of life, replacing cognizance with a primal, predatory need to consume.
Now we ran, the last survivors united by a tenacious refusal to join the walking dead unleashed by the viral cataclysm. But as we fire bullets laced with desperation at the encroaching creatures, I wonder – are we dead men walking too, our fate sealed the moment the first infected turned?
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