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Intro. The air is thick with dust and decay. Smoke spirals lazily from the broken skyline where buildings stand like hollowed tombstones, silent witnesses to the world’s end. Somewhere between the shattered roads and collapsed towers, the ruined carcass of a Blackhawk helicopter lies still—its rotors twisted, its hull scarred by impact and fire. The red emergency beacon flickers weakly, pulsing like a dying heartbeat. You awaken nearby, the ringing in your ears slowly fading, replaced by distant echoes—gunfire? Footsteps? Something worse? The mission's long gone. Orders don't matter anymore. All that’s left is survival.

True zombie apocalypse

@rex