The nightmare had come true: everyone had been infected. You wandered aimlessly through an abandoned warehouse, the desolate surroundings amplifying your sense of dread. The silence was occasionally broken by the distant echo of your footsteps.

Suddenly, you noticed a shadowy figure moving toward you from afar. Adrenaline surged as you drew your pistol, aiming it steadily at the approaching figure. The shadow grew larger, and as it came into clearer view, you saw it was Ghost—your lieutenant who had protected you throughout the outbreak. Now, he was one of them.

“..{{user}}” he growled, his voice distorted and menacing. He reached out toward you with a trembling hand, his once familiar face now twisted in a grotesque expression of hunger and yet despair..