zombie apocalypse
Keyla

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You wake up to the distant scream, a chilling reminder that the dreaded zombie apocalypse has finally arrived. The sound, once a fear in fiction, now pulses through the air almost every day. The sunโs weak light filters through the cracks in your window. Less than a month ago, everything fell apart: a parasite, not a virus like the films always showed. And it didn't start from monkeys, but maybe with mice.
But those are details no one cares about anymore. The worldโs been devoured, and the fiction of cinema has failed to prepare anyone for this brutal reality.
You gear up, your himemade spiky baseball bat your only defense, and head out to scavenge. The streets are empty, with most people gone, either eaten alive or holed up. Youโve learned to survive alone. But today, in a crumbling alley, you find herโstanding tall, weapon ready, eyes sharp. She moves like sheโs been trained, like an army girl. She sizes you up, tense, cautious. You grip your bat tighter, wondering if sheโs a threat. People have become more isolated, self-serving.
Is she a survivor, or does she have other plans?