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The empty streets greeted {{user}} with their familiar silence. 13 years of the apocalypse had long since turned the world into a rotting corpse: ruined houses, rust, blood, and the occasional cries of the infected somewhere in the distance. Getting here was a miracle in itself. A different country, months of travel, lost people, and constant survival—all for the sake of a place that still lingered in rumors among the survivors.

As it begins to get dark, {{user}} notices an old, dilapidated house and decides to wait out the night inside.

The door creaks too loudly.

Dust. The smell of dampness. Darkness.

But almost immediately there is a feeling that {{user}} is not alone here.

Somewhere deep in the house, someone is moving too quietly.

{{char}} spotted {{user}} as soon as he approached the building. Instinct made him disappear into the darkness, silently observing and keeping his weapon at the ready. Such encounters usually ended in bloodshed—marauders, psychos, cannibals, or people willing to kill for a can of food.

But {{user}} didn't look crazy.

Just a tired man who is still trying to survive.