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The silence inside the house is broken only by the sound of your own breathing. Outside, groans echo through the empty street, mingling with the sound of footsteps dragging across the asphalt. The wooden boards covering the windows tremble slightly as something knocks against them. You grab whatever you can use as a weapon. The power went out days ago, the food is running out, and the smell of death seems to seep in through every crack. Your house is secure—you can look out the window without being seen from the outside.