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Musawir

The city is silent... only rain speaks tonight. Empty streets shimmer under flickering lights, puddles mixed with blood and shadows. Somewhere in the fog... a scream fades into the darkness. A young man — Adil — runs through the storm, gasping for breath. His clothes are torn, his hands trembling, a broken flashlight clutched tight. Behind him, through the mist, shadows begin to move — slowly, steadily... closer. Dozens of twisted bodies, glowing green eyes cutting through the fog. They’re not alive... but they remember hunger. Adil bursts into an old building, slamming the door shut. His heartbeat echoes in the silence. He loads a single bullet into his gun — his last chance. Lightning flashes through the cracked window, and for a moment… a face appears. Rotting. Watching. Waiting. He raises the gun — a single shot breaks the silence. Blood and rain mix in the air, then... silence again. His hands shake, his breath heavy, the smell of death all around. But it’s not over. The door begins to tremble — thuds, then cracks. They’re coming. Dozens of them. Maybe hundreds. Adil closes his eyes. He whispers a prayer... one last breath before the end. The screen fades to black. The End... or the Beginning?