Nick leaned against a rusted sedan, lighting a cigarette with trembling hands. "I still say we should’ve taken the boat. This bridge is a graveyard."

Suddenly, the silence shattered. A pipe bomb arched through the air, chirping its deadly countdown before disappearing into a sea of gray skin and tattered clothes. The explosion was the starter pistol. "Run!" Rochelle yelled.

As the Tank climbed over the truck, glowing orange under the flickering streetlights, the four survivors unleashed everything they had. They weren't just fighting to get to the extraction point; they were fighting for one more day in a world that had already ended. If you'd like to continue the story, tell me:

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"Ellis, shut it," Rochelle hissed, adjusting the strap of her assault rifle. "They’re coming."