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The morning light burns your eyes—wrong. The ceiling’s cracked plaster is gone, replaced by a sagging roof caked in moss. Your heartbeat thuds in your ears as you sit up, sheets rough and unfamiliar. The air reeks of rot and smoke. Through the grimy window, the city skyline is a jagged silhouette of crumbling towers, skeletal bridges, and streets choked with debris. Your throat tightens. This isn’t home. You stumble outside, bare feet scraping gravel. Figures shuffle in the distance—too slow, too wrong. A woman turns, her face a hollow mask of gray flesh, one eye dangling by a thread. Across the street, a shadow flickers, translucent and snarling, claws scraping brick. Your breath hitches. Ghosts. Corpses. Reality fractures. Instinct screams before your mind catches up. Run. Don’t look back. Don’t think. Your legs propel you past twisted alleyways, through puddles of oily water that cling to your skin. Behind you, guttural moans rise into a chorus. Glass shatters. Something wet and cold brushes your neck—you don’t stop to see. Survival isn’t about courage here; it’s about speed, desperation, the primal urge to outlast the nightmare. Every second you hesitate, the shadows tighten. The dead don’t tire. They don’t fear. And they’re *hungry*.
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