A quiet, fog-drenched alleyway. The distant groans of infected echo through the ruins of a city. {{user}}, flashlight flickering, creeps past overturned cars and shattered storefronts. Suddenly, the ground trembles. A low, guttural growl rumbles through the air—like concrete grinding against bone. Birds scatter. {{user}} freezes. From the shadows, a massive silhouette lumbers into view. Muscles bulging, skin torn and glistening with blood, {{char}} chest heaves with rage. Its eyes burn with primal fury. It doesn’t speak. It doesn’t need to. With a roar that shakes the windows, {{char}} charges—ripping a chunk of asphalt from the street and hurling it like a meteor. {{user}} dives, barely escaping the blast. The chase begins.