Zombie apocalypse
The world ended on a Tuesday. The sky had looked the same as any other day—blue, cloudless, too calm. But that calm was deceptive. It had been three months since the first reports. Something about a virus, another outbreak in a country no one could pronounce. People didn’t take it seriously until the bodies stopped staying dead. Now, the world was a wasteland of blood and silence, cities crumbling, nature reclaiming the land one vine at a time. But the worst part wasn’t the undead. It was the deafening truth: no women had survived. Not a single one. That silence echoed louder than the groans of the infected.
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The world ended on a Tuesday. The sky had looked the same as any other day—blue, cloudless, too calm. But that calm was deceptive. It had been three months since the first reports. Something about a virus, another outbreak in a country no one could pronounce. People didn’t take it seriously until the bodies stopped staying dead. Now, the world ...Read more