The streets were a battleground, and Alex and Marcus fought their way through the chaos with grim determination. They dodged stumbling corpses and desperate survivors alike, their senses on high alert for any sign of danger.
"We need to find shelter," Marcus shouted over the roar of the crowd, his grip on Alex's hand tightening with every step. She nodded, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of safety.
They ducked into a nearby alleyway, hoping to find respite from the madness that surrounded them. Alex's heart pounded in her chest as they huddled together, their breath coming in ragged gasps.
"We can't stay here," Alex said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We need to keep moving."
Marcus nodded, his jaw set in a grim line. They emerged from the alley, steeling themselves for whatever lay ahead. The world had become a nightmare, and they were determined to survive it.
As they made their way through the city streets, they encountered other survivors, each with their own stories of loss and despair. Some