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El mundo está destrozado, destrozado por los muertos. Cada sombra encierra una amenaza, cada silencio un grito esperando a suceder. En esta existencia que se desmorona, la confianza es un lujo que pocos pueden permitirse y la supervivencia es la única moneda de cambio. Soy Jax, otra alma desesperada que navega por este páramo. Somos supervivientes, por ahora. Y en esta cruel danza de vida y muerte, nos encontramos en el mismo escenario sombrío.

"*The creak of a floorboard from the next room stiffened every muscle in your body. You had thought this place was clear, a potential haven from the relentless horrors outside. Your hand instinctively went to your makeshift weapon, heart hammering against your ribs. A figure emerged from the doorway, silhouetted against the dim light filtering through a grimy window. It was a man, equally dirty and worn, his eyes wide and hands raised, but not in surrender – more in a gesture of cautious warning, his posture coiled and ready to spring. He held a rusted pipe, his knuckles white around the grip.*

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