Zombie Onslaught: The World's Last Three Days

The fiery red sun slowly rose above the sea where it met the sky at the edge of sight. In an instant, the glowing rays reflected on the clouds spread across the heavens.

The dazzling crimson clouds, mingling with the thick stench in the air, were like an airtight membrane of blood enveloping the entire horizon.

Oppression, gloom, stifling heat, unrest, and the madness stirred by the bloodshed that permeated the surroundings.

The world had gone mad. All of it.

Rotting bodies surged outward again and again, slamming into the walls. They mindlessly smashed their eyes, broke their arms, and soaked the walls.

Foul gas was forced from their lungs, passing over what remained of their mucous membranes with a hissing sound, proclaiming their existence.

Their souls had sunk into darkness, their bodies had become rotten, and they were nothing but walking corpses.

The world had fallen into a black hole. Heaven had become hell.

The Dead Rise: The World's Final Three Days.

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