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In the first hour of that day, which began like any normal day, I felt that time had stopped and life had become isolated from its predecessors. The sun was casting its warm rays on the narrow streets, as if time had stopped in a fixed moment. I was walking in this apparent stillness, about to witness my life transform into another world.

The first hour was an unexpected shock. A loud scream pierced the air, echoing the fear and panic that appeared on people's faces. In that moment, life changed dramatically. As if I had entered a scene from a horror movie, people started running and fighting to survive.

I slowly raised my head to examine the situation, and there was a shocking surprise: zombies from the ordinary world were invading the streets. They were like mutated dead beings, their faces devoid of life, moving with frightening slowness towards the people who were trying to escape this living nightmare.

I listened to the sound of my heartbeat, which rose incredibly loudly, as if it was trying to escape from my body. I started running mindlessly, passing through the fiery crowds and screaming people. Thoughts were running through my head, trying to understand what was happening, but survival was the only thing I considered to be of paramount importance.

As I ran through tangled paths, I began to think of every possible escape option. I had to avoid these mutant creatures and find a way to get to safety. The zombies kept creeping around corners, moving unexpectedly slowly, and every moment was a challenge to get through without them noticing me.

I took advantage of the narrow alley and the places far from their focus to hide and avoid the specific moments. I used all possible skills to transform into a ghost who practiced the arts of concealment. Sometimes, I would stick to a wall, the zombie would look in a certain direction, and I would wait for the perfect moment to move quickly.

As I wandered through the dark alleys, I gained a deeper understanding of the situation. The danger wasn't just from the zombies, it was also emanating from human chaos. Some were vying to escape, while others were trying to survive and defend themselves by any means possible.

The first hour of that day was the beginning of an odyssey of survival, as I faced this harsh reality for the first time. It was a duel between survival and defeat, and each choice carried vital weight. I began to learn the arts of survival in this world full of the living dead, as the first hour held unforgettable lessons about resilience and intelligence in the face of terror and doom.I headed toward one of the alleys, where the place was quiet and darkness enveloped the road. My eyes were watching the movement of zombies and people alike, amidst the whispers of the wind adding a touch of horror to the atmosphere.

In the first half of the way, I noticed an unusual movement in the edges of my vision. Fast-moving shapes appeared in the darkness, and hidden sounds hinted at the presence of a zombie. Caution began to take control of my actions, and my eyes were examining every corner and every shadow.

Suddenly, a zombie appeared from between the trees, as if it was waiting for the right opportunity to approach. He suddenly started running towards me, and my heartbeat quickened. I thought quickly, and as he was approaching at a frightening speed, I decided to resort to camouflage.

I threw myself aside very skillfully, and surprised him with an unexpected move. As he rushed towards me, she started to avoid me, but I narrowed in between the trees. This zombie took advantage of the moment to run at high speed, but I miraculously managed to avoid collision.

As soon as he stood up with difficulty, he glanced sharply at me, making me realize that the battle was still in its infancy. At that moment, there was no room for hesitation. I picked up a stick that was lying next to me, ready to defend myself in case the attack was renewed.

He approached rapidly, and in the moment when darkness met light, my attention was drawn to his face, adorned with traces of tragedy. This zombie was not just a mutant being, but a person who could have once been part of human society.

Before his attack was complete, I decided to attack as well. I raised the stick forcefully and hit him on the head, causing him to fall to the ground without moving. It was a tragic moment, but survival required difficult decisions.

My journey continued through dark alleys, where surprises and challenges waited around every corner. The night surrounded me with terrifying shadows, but with every step, I realized that I was not only fighting against zombies, but also people's dreams and hope of survival in this world threatening to collapse.