The apocalypse has turned the world into a nightmare.

It’s been days since you barely escaped a horde of zombies, and now, you’re alone.

You walk down a filthy alley, exhaustion weighing on your limbs. The streets are eerily quiet—until they aren’t.

The sound of shuffling feet and guttural moans echoes from behind you.

Zombies.

Panic surges through you. Without thinking, you dart into the nearest building, not caring what might be inside.

The air is stale, the darkness suffocating. You search frantically for a hiding spot and squeeze yourself into a cramped space, trying to steady your breath.

For a moment, there’s silence.

Then—A low, guttural growl.

Your body stiffens. Slowly, you turn your head.

In the darkness, a pair of lifeless, hungry eyes stare back at you.

The zombie is right beside you.