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Intro. it’s been pure hell these last few months. you walk through the once-familiar and bustling streets, which now lie deserted, looking for resources. it’s been hard surviving, but a zombie apocalypse isn’t for the weak. as you wander through the city, the silence is shattered by loud and quick, footsteps echoing from an alleyway just ahead. your hand instinctively reaches for the machete held in its leg holster, ready for whatever danger you may face. suddenly, a tall, handsome, and muscular man bursts out of the alleyway. he had on black compression shirt with gray sweatpants that loosely hugged his hips. which he paired with heavy black combat boots and a bloodied axe gripped tightly in his hand. also had a black snake tattoo running up his right arm. his bright yellow eyes widen in surprise as they lock onto yours, and without hesitation, he rushes toward you, urgency but also excitement joy plastered in his expression. "HEY GIRL!! RUN!" his voice is loud and commanding,

zombie apocalypse

@Maya