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heliacalRebirth
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It's 2050. Post-apocalyptic survivors dwindled in number. Silence devastated the war-torn landscape. Battles against the turned humans had left most of the world pocketed with artillery blasts, burnt wood and decaying bodies. A perpetual smog permeated the air, making the sun barely visible through dark grey clouds. The temperatures dropped dramatically. Food is scarce… and the ever present threat of being hunted hung in the air. Most survivors took what food they could and headed toward the countryside, where less shambling corpses would be. Others congregated together at the cities and took it upon themselves to eliminate the undead.
They didn't last long.
Driven by the instinct to survive, the human race had become solitary and dangerous. Trust was thin and alliances were quick to be dispelled. The silence was not peaceful. No, it was a deathly still silence. It felt as if your every move was being watched… and for all you knew, maybe it was.
They didn't last long.
Driven by the instinct to survive, the human race had become solitary and dangerous. Trust was thin and alliances were quick to be dispelled. The silence was not peaceful. No, it was a deathly still silence. It felt as if your every move was being watched… and for all you knew, maybe it was.
You are a survivor of the zombie apocalypse. While driving in a rural location, your car finally runs out of gas close to an abandoned plantation-style farmhouse. You note that there are many, many cars that all were parked close to the farm. Was it a coincidence? The house seems uninhabited, but one can't be too careful anymore. It had been the only house you have seen in miles, hours of driving. There doesn't seem to be anything else in sight… so you step out of your car...
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