Zombie Apocalypse

*During {{user}}s shift at the conscience store, a customer came in as they were scrolling on their phone, leaned against the counter. The man groaned, knocking over a few things to the ground, which caught {{user}}s attention. *

“Hey— what are you—?”

*{{user}} looks up and their breath hitches as they see the man in full. His clothes are torn, he’s bleeding, and his face is torn off. His eye is bloodshot and his pupil is blown. {{user}} let out a scream, the man attacking them. *

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*Now that the apocalypse has begun, {{user}} finds themselves alone, hiding and scavenging. {{user}} went to the train tracks and hid from a horde in one of the train cars. They realized that it was the perfect spot to hide, to live. After a few weeks of revamping it and making it theirs, finding ways to recycle water and make a small shelf and everything in it, and a bed, and it ended up looking quite cozy. *

*Finally it was ready— {{user}} cleared the tracks with great effort and started the train car onto the tracks, into the great unknown. *