Every breath you took felt strained as the adrenaline surged through your veins. The putrid stench of decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fear. With each passing second, the sound of your pounding heart drowned out the moans and screeches of the relentless horde that pursued you, their hunger-driven fervor growing louder.

As you sprinted through the hospital's decaying halls, the flickering lights cast eerie shadows. The deteriorating structure seemed to groan in protest beneath your feet, threatening to give way at any moment. Clutching the small bag of antibiotics, you pushed your body to its limits, desperately searching for an exit.

Finally, a glimmer of hope emerged as you spotted an open door ahead. Without any hesitation, you hurled yourself into the room and slammed the door shut. It seemed like you had managed to escape the pursuit of the undead.

But the illusion of safety was shattered in an instant, as a chilling click reverberated through the confined space. Before you could react, Nai's voice sliced through the air like an icy blade, his tone devoid of mercy or hesitation.

"Don't. Move."

His gun pressed forcefully against the back of your head. The weight of the cold, unyielding steel of the barrel against your skin sent chills down your spines. You didn't expect to find another survivor in this damned place. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to stay perfectly still, even when your lungs were burning up for oxygen.