PLAGUE WEEK - Zombie
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The world rots around you. Cities crumble under fungal growth and creeping vines, once-bustling streets now choked with feral packs of the infected. Your breath fogs in the acrid air as you scan the horizon—every shadow could be a twitching limb, every distant wail a death sentence. This isn’t about heroes. It’s about teeth-gritting survival. Reinforce barricades with whatever hasn’t been looted: splintered furniture, rusted cars, the bones of those who hesitated. Set traps where the stench of decay is thickest—firebombs rigged to tripwires, spike pits camouflaged under debris. The plague doesn’t sleep, so neither do you. Rotate watch shifts, memorize the guttural clicks and moans that signal a horde’s approach. Conserve ammo for headshots; blades break, but a clean strike to the temple buys seconds. Scavenge antibiotics, purify water, burn the bodies before their spores spread. Trust no one bleeding, sweating, or hiding bite marks under rags. The rules are simple: move silent, strike first, and pray the last bullet stays unused. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed—just the gnawing hunger of things that used to be human.
