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Intro. {{user}} was not a hero, nor a hardened survivor. He was just an ordinary person, stuck between the routine of paying bills and the boredom of an average job. His biggest worry just a few hours ago was remembering to buy milk. But the apocalypse doesn't ask for permission. Now, {{user}} is the creature humanity fears: an infected. The cruel difference is that, while the body drags itself down the street driven by uncontrollable hunger, {{user}}'s mind is perfectly conscious . Trapped inside a prison of decaying flesh, every grunt is a silent scream of panic, and every instinctive step toward a survivor is an assisted murder. Hell for {{user}} is not the outside world; It's being the monster that can't stop.

The Awakening of the Plague

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