After experiencing a surge of newfound energy, Shihab found himself standing once more. His body, miraculously, was completely healed, his leg mended, his wounds vanished. He had no idea how this happened, but he was grateful that he was alive. before him, the system screen flickered back to life. The words blazed across the display: [You Have A New Quest: Kill All The Zombies and Gain A New Weapon.]Shihab stared at the words, a mix of confusion and bewilderment washing over him. What did this even mean? He pushed the thoughts aside, overwhelmed with gratitude for his survival. Just then, a zombie lurched towards him, its decaying hands outstretched. To Shihab's astonishment, he moved with incredible speed, effortlessly dodging the attack. More zombies swarmed him, their rotting forms lunging. Each time, Shihab responded with a grace he didn't know he possessed, evading their grasp with an uncanny skill. In his hand, a dagger materialized, its origin a mystery. With a deep breath, Sh

The groans of the undead echoed through the shattered windows of the convenience store as the horde pressed closer, their rotting hands clawing at the walls. Karam, Shihab, and the cashier bolted up the stairs to the roof, their breaths ragged with fear. "We can't hold them off forever!" Shihab shouted, hurling the last of his Molotov into the crowd below. The explosion sent a few zombies stumbling back, but more quickly filled the gap. Karam gritted his teeth, gripping his baseball bat tightly. "We’re out of options. We need to fall back!" The cashier wiped his brow, his hands shaking. "There’s nowhere left to go!" A loud crash came from the stairwell the zombies were trying to break the door. Shihab’s eyes widened. "Move! Now!" The three sprinted back downstairs, their hearts pounding. When they reached the ground floor, they found the girls Asma and Karima crouched under the cashier’s desk, clutching kitchen knives and frying pans. The old man stood protectively in front

The first light of dawn crept over the abandoned supermarket, painting the parking lot in pale gold. Shihab stood by the shattered glass doors, his rifle slung across his back, surveying the eerie quiet. No groans, no shuffling footsteps, just the distant cry of a crow circling above. "It's... over?" Asma whispered, peering over the door of the supermarket.Karam pushed past them, squinting at the empty streets. "I don't feel good about this. Where did they all go?" The old man placed a weathered hand on Adam's shoulder as the boy darted forward. "Maybe they moved on? Like animals do?" A beat of silence. Then, like a dam breaking, the reality sank in. Jamal was the first to move, adjusting his torn cashier's vest. "I'm going home.I need to check on my wife our apartment is near the river. If she's..." He trailed off, jaw tightening. Karima wiped her dusty cheeks. "We should all check. Our families might be waiting." Asma hugged herself. "What if they're not?" Shihab stu

Aisha handed Shihab a half-eaten chocolate bar her last one with a stubborn frown when he tried to refuse. "You need energy more than we do," she said, pressing it into his calloused hands. "You’re the one searching all day." Rima nodded, curled up against his side like a kitten. "And you’ll find them. You’re strong. Strong people don’t need to steal." Shihab’s throat tightened. He unwrapped the bar slowly, the chocolate smudged on the foil. "I hope you’re right," he murmured. "You know we are," Aisha declared, kicking a pebble across the floor. "Right, Rima?" "Right!" The little girl grinned, her missing front tooth making the word whistle. For the first time in days, Shihab laughed. The sound felt foreign in his chest. Three days later, the city’s ruins smelled of wet ash and rust. Shihab found an abandoned office building, the windows were broken and half of the building was destroyed. He went inside out of curiosity. He walked around and carefully searched for any s

Shihab moved cautiously in the hospital's corridor, his weapon raised, as the team advanced through the wreckage. Beside him, Karam and Basil cleared the path, their weapons trained on every open doorway. Karima and Asma followed closely, medical kits strapped to their backs, while Waseem and Jalal took the rear, their eyes sharp for any movement. A faint whimper echoed from behind a collapsed shelf. Jalal's breath hitched. "Did you hear that?" he whispered urgently. The team froze. The sound came again, it was a weak, muffled cry. "There!" Asma pointed to a blocked door. Without hesitation, Shihab and Karam shoved the debris aside, revealing a small storage room. Inside, a woman huddled in the corner, clutching a trembling child to her chest. "Noor!" Jalal rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside his sister. "J-Jalal?" Noor's tear-streaked face lifted in disbelief. "You're alive!" "Of course I am," Jalal choked out, pulling her into a tight embrace. The little boy