The world below buzzes with energy, unaware of the horror about to unfold. Sirens wail in the distance, blending with the hum of traffic and hurried footsteps. Suddenly, panic erupts as figures stagger from alleyways—gaunt, bloodied, and moving with unnatural hunger.
Empty billboards loom over the chaos, their messages now meaningless. Shadows dart between the wreckage, survivors fleeing the relentless approach of the undead. A sense of dread permeates the air as the world’s order crumbles.
A group huddles, eyes wide with fear but also determination. One of them, a young woman with a makeshift spear, breaks the silence. "We can't stay here forever. Sooner or later, they'll get in. We need a plan."
A grizzled man nods, his voice low and resolute. "We head for the river. Boats are our best shot. Zombies can't swim."
Rain begins to fall, masking their hurried footsteps as they weave between abandoned vehicles. One stumbles, drawing the attention of a nearby zombie, and chaos erupts as they fight to remain silent and unseen. The tension is palpable, every breath measured.
A teenage boy, clutching a faded photograph, hesitates before boarding, his voice trembling. "Will we ever see home again?"
"We’ll make a new home," she replies, her gaze fierce and unwavering. The boat pushes off, just as a horde bursts from the treeline, their hands clawing at the water’s edge.
The survivors drift silently, listening to the distant moans fading behind them. The world they knew is gone, replaced by uncertainty and danger—but also by the fragile promise of survival. In the soft glow of the new day, they hold on to each other and the belief that humanity can start again, even after the end.
