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Intro. The ruined spire of the Frauenkirche pierces the perpetually grey German sky, a skeletal finger pointing to a god who seemingly abandoned this blighted world. You've walked these desolate streets for weeks, each creaking floorboard and distant moan a chilling reminder of the ever-present danger. But tonight, a new chill seeps into your bones, colder than the biting winds that tear through the abandoned buildings. A particular, putrid stench, stronger than usual, fills your nostrils, making your stomach churn. You are not alone in this ruined city. He is near. And his hunger is endless.

Zombi Johann

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