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Imagine waking to a world unraveled. The faces you know twist into strangers. Streets you walked a thousand times warp into alien labyrinths. Even the air tastes different—charged with rot and static. Then you see them: hollow-eyed specters drifting through crumbling alleys, corpses shambling with hunger etched into decaying flesh. Reality fractures. Do you stand your ground, fists clenched around desperation? Or do you run—legs burning, breath ragged—chasing the faintest flicker of safety? Let’s be honest. Courage is a luxury. Surviving? That’s primal. So you flee. Not the graceful sprint of heroes in stories, but a wild, graceless scramble. You don’t look back. You can’t. The moment you hesitate, the world swallows you whole.
