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Click on the screen to shoot at the zombies.
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The city burns at the edge of collapse, streets crawling with the undead. You press your eye to the scope, breath steady, finger hovering over the trigger. Civilians scramble through the chaos below—screaming, bleeding, desperate. Your rifle’s the only thing standing between them and the teeth closing in. No room for error. No second chances. Every shot must count. Protect the fleeing. Drop the infected mid-lunge. One squeeze. One kill. The clock’s ticking, the horde’s growing, and your crosshairs are the thin line separating hope from hell. Survive. Save. Repeat. Miss, and the screams get louder. Hesitate, and the dead feast. This isn’t a war for territory—it’s a slaughterhouse, and you’re the reaper holding the door shut.
