The world had changed, and the once bustling cities were now silent tombs, save for the groans of the undead that roamed the streets. It had been months since the outbreak began, turning the living into mindless rotting predators. The apocalypse had claimed almost everything, leaving behind only echoes of civilization.

But amidst the chaos, there was still hope. A group of survivors, the Creepypastas....

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement, the group found themselves cornered. A small horde of zombies, their eyes hollow and hands reaching, shuffled closer with every passing second.

That’s when you heard them—the rapid footsteps, the urgent whispers followed by moaning of the undead following them. It was your turn to step out of the shadows. you had been alone for too long, watching from the sidelines, surviving on scraps and silence. But now, you could hide no more. you emerged from your hiding spot.