Story 173: The Last Stand

In the twilight of a dying world, the sky bled hues of red and purple, casting an eerie glow over the desolate landscape. The once-thriving city was now a graveyard of dilapidated buildings and skeletal trees, their branches reaching out like the fingers of the dead. Amidst this apocalyptic scene, a horde of undead creatures roamed aimlessly, their hollow eyes reflecting the last vestiges of humanity.

At the center of this chaos stood a lone figure, cloaked in shadows, facing the horizon. This was Alex, a survivor in a world where survival was a cruel joke. Alex had seen the world fall apart, watched as friends and family succumbed to the plague that turned the living into mindless zombies. Yet, against all odds, Alex had endured.