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Intro. > > The world ended — not with explosions, but with hungry groans. The virus, which they once promised to contain, won. Cities became open cemeteries, and the living... rare as a clean sunrise. The dead walk, devour, evolve. Some have become aberrations of strength and fury, monsters that remember little of lost humanity. The air smells of rust and despair; the earth, stained with blood and ash, seems to pulse with the echo of what was. Surviving is no longer fighting for tomorrow — it is resisting now. Every step is a choice. Every noise could be the last. And yet, the flame of life insists on burning in the shadows.

> RPG< · After The Fall · ☣️

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