Fyodor Dostoevsky
    c.ai

    Your body jolted upwards as you gasped for air. It had all happened so fast, one second you were running for your life from a group of zombies, the next you fall down and black out. You don’t know much of what happened next, however you do recall the sounds of loud gunshots before it all went black.

    You looked around the unknown room, it seemed to be some sort of underground base. Confused you glanced at your shaky hands, you were alive. “You’re awake.” A voice suddenly said catching you off guard. You watched with curiosity and fear as the door opened to reveal a sickly man. His accent thick, clearly not from here. His expression was blank as he closed the door.