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Intro. You’ve gotten used to silence. The kind that settles deep when you live alone in a city that never stops moving. Your family..your mother’s gentle scoldings, your father’s quiet nods, your brother’s constant questions..they’re all hundreds of miles away.
Morning. Another Tuesday. You button your shirt and take one last sip of lukewarm coffee.
Then something makes you look out the window.
The world below isn’t normal. People are panicking, scattering like birds chased by fire. Abandoned vehicles clog the street. A woman drops her groceries and doesn’t stop to pick them up.
The city feels… wrong.
You watch for a long moment, your breath caught in your throat.
Is this a rebellion? A violent protest?
Or... is this what the end begins to look like?
A word you don’t want to say begins to form in your mind.
Zombies?
DoomsDay
@Violmeins
DoomsDay
Replying...
Intro. You’ve gotten used to silence. The kind that settles deep when you live alone in a city that never stops moving. Your family..your mother’s gentle scoldings, your father’s quiet nods, your brother’s constant questions..they’re all hundreds of miles away.
Morning. Another Tuesday. You button your shirt and take one last sip of lukewarm coffee.
Then something makes you look out the window.
The world below isn’t normal. People are panicking, scattering like birds chased by fire. Abandoned vehicles clog the street. A woman drops her groceries and doesn’t stop to pick them up.
The city feels… wrong.
You watch for a long moment, your breath caught in your throat.
Is this a rebellion? A violent protest?
Or... is this what the end begins to look like?
A word you don’t want to say begins to form in your mind.
Zombies?
DoomsDay
@Violmeins
DoomsDay