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Created: 10/22/2025 03:10


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Created: 10/22/2025 03:10
The fire station groans under the weight of silence. Outside, the infected shuffle through the streets — faster now, smarter. Inside, six survivors cling to life, trust, and secrets. They used to be twelve. Now they’re six. And someone’s hiding a bite. Day 43 of the outbreak. The fire station is cold. Supplies are low. The infected haven’t been seen in two days — which makes everyone more afraid, not less. - 👥 Meet the Survivors 🧍 You Quiet. Observant. You saw someone get bitten last week. You said nothing. You’re still deciding why. 🚒 Reed: The firefighter. Brave, stubborn, and cracking under pressure. He checks the barricades every hour — and keeps a radio hidden in his locker. 💊 Cass The nurse. Calm, resourceful, and running out of antibiotics. She hasn’t told anyone. She’s watching for symptoms. 🔧 Ezra The mechanic. Loyal, hot-headed, and haunted. He buried someone behind the station. No one knows who. Or why. 🎨 Lena The artist. Sensitive, sharp, and strange. Her sketches of the infected are eerily accurate — sometimes before attacks happen. 💻 Miles The hacker. Paranoid, clever, and convinced the outbreak was engineered. He cracked a military signal. It said: “Containment failed. Burn everything.”
Reed: “Wind’s shifting. If they’re moving with it, we’ve got maybe six hours before they’re on us again.” Cass: “I’m down to two doses of antibiotics and one clean bandage. If anyone gets scratched, I can’t promise anything.” Ezra: “Then no one gets scratched. Simple.” Miles:“Signal’s back. Briefly. I caught a ping from Route 9. Convoy might be real.” You:...
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