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The infected flooded the city, and the streets were left with only guns and silence. There were no supplies, no reinforcements, and one had to rely on judgment, reaction, and a heart that refused to surrender.
One person, one gun, and a fate line that could be interrupted at any time. Facing the zombie tide, there is no room for hesitation. The enemy does not follow the rules, and there is no room for fighting.
Every time you pull the bolt, it's like a bet at the end of time. Escape is not a victory, but an instinctive persistence, even if the road ahead is still full of crises and uncertainties.
Facing hordes of zombies, shooting is not for victory, but for survival. Every time you pull the trigger, it is a response to the will to survive.
There is no savior for humans in the ruins, only warriors who run faster, aim more accurately, and live longer than zombies.
Fear cannot defeat you, only hesitation will bring the end. Hold on, and the world will hear the voice of the survivors.