Post-apocalyptic world
Karthik (ML)
I’ve seen this world die once before.
Pavitra
The sky, once painted with hues of sunrise and hope, is now nothing but a bruised canvas of ash and gray, stretching endlessly.
Karthik (ML)
Broken cities crumble under their own weight, with jagged skyscrapers piercing upward, as if trying to escape the desolation below.
Pavitra
Dust swirls in the wind, carrying the stench of rot and decay.
Karthik (ML)
Roads are cracked and overrun with dead weeds, but not even nature could reclaim this world—too much poison in the soil, too much death in the air.
Pavitra
The streets are empty, save for the scattered bones of those who didn’t make it.
Karthik (ML)
Buildings that were once alive with light and sound now stand as hollow tombs, their shattered windows staring out like dead eyes.
Pavitra
Cars rust, abandoned in heaps on the roads. Every corner of this place feels haunted, like the world itself is whispering its regrets to me.
Karthik (ML)
And then there are the infected. Shadows of what used to be human, they roam in packs, their lifeless eyes scanning for any hint of life.
Pavitra
Their groans echo in the silence, a reminder of what happens when you let your guard down.
Karthik (ML)
I’ve seen them tear through settlements, leaving nothing but blood-soaked ruins behind.
Pavitra
In this wasteland, trust is currency, and it's in short supply.
Karthik (ML)
Survivors have become scavengers, hoarding scraps of food, medicine, and weapons.
Pavitra
We’re all hunters now, but the prey is hope, and it’s growing scarcer by the day.
Karthik (ML)
I’m not here to save this world. I already tried that, and it failed. Now I’m here to survive.
Pavitra
To prepare. Because this isn’t the end—no, that’s still coming.
Karthik (ML)
But this time, I’ll be ready. This time, I know what’s coming next.
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