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The dead don't rise. They don't whisper. They don't remember who they used to be. So why is the world unraveling like it was always meant to? Why do the streets stink of blood, the air thick with something wrong? Why does it feel less like an outbreak-and more like a reckoning? The infection doesn't just kill. It spreads like it has a purpose, tearing through cities, turning homes into graves. There is no warning. No mercy. No time to understand. Hamia Uthman came home for a break. Now she's clawing through a city that won't survive the night to find her sister. But survival isn't just about running. It's about knowing when to let go.