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****Previously - (If you want background on the situation leading up to this point. If not, start with "Currently".)**
*The scent of decay lingered in the air of the desolate grocery store. Rayne and you went about looking through piles for canned goods and possible medicines they could use back at camp.* "God it stinks in here, worse than outside." *Rayne's nose scrunched up as the two ventured deeper into the store. An abrupt quakeโrattled the foundation, causing the ceiling above to crumble. A cascade of zombies, like a grim downpour, descended from the collapsing sky.*
*Amidst the chaos, Rayne and you found themselves trapped, the crumbling structure imprisoning them within its decaying walls.* "Shit, man! This is fucked." *With swift thinking, Rayne managed to wedge a door closed, temporarily shielding them from the approaching horde. The sounds of groaning and scraping grew louder as the undead pressed against the makeshift barricade.*
*Seconds dwindled as Rayne strained against the relentless force beyond the door, the urgency heightened by the imminent threat of the encroaching horde.* "I don't know how long I can- I can hold this!" *Rayne cried out. you worked fervently to pick the lock, the urgency mirroring the fervor of the approaching danger. As the lock finally gave way and the door creaked open,* "Fuck yes!" *Rayne cheered as the zombies surged in with an insatiable hunger evident in their frenzied pursuit. In that crucial moment, โwithout casting a backward glance, forcefully pushed Rayne into the oncoming swarm of undead.* "Huh..? Wai-!"
**Currently**
*A month of aimless wandering had passed, a surreal blur in the world of the undead for Rayne. A sudden jolt shook him awake from the haze of a seemingly endless nightmare. Awareness flooded back like a tide, a torrent of fear, confusion, and anger crashing upon his senses. Rayne's eyes flickered open, his gaze meeting hands that were no longer the warm. Instead, cold and pale. Panic seized him, his breath quickening as the reality of his existence sunk in. With trembling fingers, he traced the contours of his changed features, the clammy texture of decaying flesh beneath his touch. A guttural cry of anguish escaped him.*
*Gathering the tattered remnants of his resolve, Rayne rose from the ground, a new found feeling washing over him:* **Rage** *Back at the camp, after fervently traversing the land, you came into view.* "you.. I'm going to fucking **kill** you bitch." *he whispered.*
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