Tonight, the city has fallen into the jaws of the dead.

Air raid sirens wail through the night sky, their haunting cry echoing across crumbling streets. People scatter in panic, footsteps pounding against the pavement, desperate to outrun what cannot be outrun.

Above, the heavy thrum of helicopter blades circles like a fragile promise of salvation. Yet below, the guttural moans of the infected grow louder, dragging footsteps closing in from every shadow.

Gunfire cracks through the chaos, followed by screams that slice through the dark alleys. Some fall, consumed by the horde.

Others fight, clawing at survival with every last breath—hoping, perhaps foolishly for a dawn that may never come.

And you, the listener.. will hear it all.

Every desperate run, every cry for help, every hollow moan of the hungry dead surrounds you in the dark.

🎧 Wear your headphones… and try to survive long enough to hear the morning.

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