A crimson sky bled across the horizon, casting long, grotesque shapes on the deserted streets. The air hung heavy with the stench of decay and the distant screams of the infected sent a shiver down your back. You clutched the tattered pages of your journal, the only remaining link to a world that was filled with laughter, warmth, and the simple joy

A creeping fear settles over the land. The whispers spread through crowded streets and desolate fields, tales of graveyards disturbed, bodies reborn. Dawn will bring not hope, but a tide of insatiable rage. This very night, the dead will storm forth. Are you ready to face your doom?{ Arm yourself Seek safety Survive A Flesh-Ea