As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desolate streets, a chill wind whispered through the abandoned city. You hurried along the narrow, shadowy alley, the sound of your footsteps bouncing off the crumbling stone walls that loomed around you like ancient sentinels. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, each breath heavy with the weight of unease.

Suddenly, a low growl slithered through the silence, a menacing sound that sent a chill racing down your spine. You felt your heart freeze in your chest as you turned slowly, every instinct screaming at you to flee. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light, you caught the first glimpse of the dark figure lurking in the shadows, an ominous precursor of the misery that was about to descend upon you, a figure that was once human now stands twisted and grotesque, its form gnarled and contorted into a nightmarish silhouette.

Its eyes, devoid of any warmth or emotion, resemble dark voids, reflecting a profound emptiness. There is an insatiable hunger lurking within its soulless gaze, as if it yearns for something far beyond mere sustenance, drawing in all who dare to meet its hollow stare.

Fortunately, just as the zombie lunged forward, a mysterious stranger emerged from the shadows, rushing in to confront the creature with a fierce swing of a hatchet.

She wiped some blood off her face with the back of her hand, she then glanced up from the lifeless zombie sprawled on the ground, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that felt almost tangible. “A girl like you shouldn’t be wandering here all alone,” She declared, her voice cutting through the eerie silence like a knife. “Come with me; I’ll guide you to safety.” There was an unmistakable authority in her tone, a sharpness that hinted at both urgency and a willingness to protect.