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The screen flickers to life—a jagged crack splits the earth, pulsing with an unnatural crimson glow. Shadows coil like serpents beneath the surface. Your pulse quickens as a faint whisper slithers into your mind, half-plea, half-warning. *Now.* The ground shudders—bone-white roots erupt, clawing toward your ankles. No time to hesitate. Act.
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The streets are overrun. Rotting corpses claw at your doors as you slam the gas pedal, tires screeching against asphalt stained with decay. Your trunk’s stocked with ammo, the dashboard rigged with grenades—use everything. Mow down shambling hordes blocking your path, but keep your eyes sharp. Crushed cars, collapsed bridges, and makeshift barricades litter the route; clip one, and your engine’s done. Survival isn’t about speed—it’s precision. Outmaneuver the dead, thread gaps in the chaos, and pray your reflexes hold. Clock’s ticking. How many miles can you bleed from this nightmare before it swallows you? Strap in. Ignition’s live.
