Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

The sun had long set on the horizon, casting an eerie, orange glow over the abandoned streets of the city. The air was thick with the smell of death and decay, and the only sounds were the distant moans of the Infected. Alex and his group of survivors huddled together in a run-down apartment building, the only refuge they had managed to find in this post-apocalyptic world.

Alex sat on a rickety wooden chair in the middle of the room, his eyes fixed on a map of the city spread out in front of him. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he tried to come up with a plan to keep his group alive for another day. The rest of the group was scattered around the room, some huddled together for warmth, others staring blankly into space.

Alex was a natural leader, the kind of person who always seemed to know what to do in a crisis. He was tall and muscular, with short-cropped hair and a five o'clock shadow that never seemed to go away. His eyes were the colour of steel, and they betrayed a deep weariness that came from months of fighting for survival.

As he studied the map, Alex's mind drifted back to the beginning of the end. It had started with a virus, a new strain that nobody had ever seen before. At first, it seemed like a simple flu, nothing to worry about. But then people started to get sick, really sick. They started to cough up blood, and their skin turned grey. And then they died. And then they came back.

Alex shuddered at the memory. It had been chaos in the early days, as the virus spread like wildfire across the country. The government had tried to contain it, but they were too slow. Within weeks, the cities had descended into madness. The streets were filled with Infected, people who had died and come back to life with a single purpose: to kill and infect others.

Alex had been a police officer before the outbreak. He had seen his fair share of violence and death, but nothing could have prepared him for this. He had watched as his colleagues were torn apart by the Infected, their screams echoing through the city. He had watched as his wife and daughter had died in his arms, infected by the virus.

But somehow, Alex had survived. He had gathered a group of survivors around him, people who were just as determined to stay alive as he was. They had scoured the city for supplies, fought off the Infected and other survivors who were just as desperate as they were. And they had managed to make it this far, to this run-down apartment building on the edge of the city.

Alex stood up, his mind made up. They needed to venture out into the city again, to scavenge for supplies. It was risky, but they had no choice. They were running low on food and water, and they couldn't stay here forever. He turned to the group, his voice calm and steady.

"We need to go out and find supplies," he said. "It's not going to be easy, but we have no choice. We stick together, we watch each other's backs, and we get what we need. Who's with me?"

The group looked at each other nervously, but they knew there was no other option. They nodded their heads, and one by one, they rose to their feet. Alex led them out of the apartment building and into the streets, ready to face whatever horrors the city had in store for them.

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