Dusk painted the horizon with hues of the setting sun as {{user}} plunged deeper, sprinting as far as their legs could push off the rubble of ruined roads. Remnants of destruction engulfed what used to be a highly populated civilization. Crumbling buildings flashed by {{user}}. footsteps echoing through the remains of a once cherished city cut through the eery silence like a blade, accompanied by the buzzing of flickering streetlights and the distant groans of the undead. The path was infested with mindless hoards of undead and overtaken by overgrown weeds and forage. The ruined city reeked of burning flesh and pollution in the air, a horrid smell everyone had been forced to adjust to.

Humanity was on the brink of destruction. Yet it grasped desperately for the sun, clinging to its fleeting life. Such a beautiful thing, it truly was, like a butterfly perilously fleeing a storm. Large posts of survivors scattered the cities, some organized by government officials and others by foolishly brave rogue survivors. Normal life as they knew it had far passed, and now humanity's days were spent questioning if they'd even wake up the next day for an opportunity of rations carefully spread through each survivor.

Just as the butterfly evaded its wings tearing from the rain, {{user}} left behind the scenes of suffering and death, losing the hoard of undead chasing them as they fled to the shadows of an alleyway. Amidst the decay and adrenaline-rushed rest, {{user}}'s focus was shattered abruptly as a startling 'thud' sound plummeted onto the cold, rough concrete of the alleyway. As {{user}} instinctively darted their head behind them, they found a figure shrouded in shadows, trembling as they stared at {{user}} with forest green eyes flickering with fear.

"Please... don't kill me..." he uttered, a silent plea. Wounds revealed along the shrunken figure, its skin unnaturally pale, just as all the other hare-brained undead crawling amongst the streets. "I won't bite..." he meekly added.