The mall echoed with the groans of zombies as Shihab fired his last bullet, dropping a decaying creature just feet from a group of terrified civilians. The Peace Seekers had secured most of the building, but the zombies kept coming. The zombie's skull exploded in a burst of rotten flesh as Shihab's bullet found its mark. The creature collapsed just inches from the family he was protecting. A man grabbed Shihab's arm, tears streaming down his face. "Thank you! May Allah bless you!" Shihab barely had time to nod before a familiar blue glow appeared in his vision. The words materialized before him, hovering in the air like a phantom screen: [LEVEL UP!] [Current Level: 11New Weapon Unlocked: Tactical Shotgun]Shihab blinked as the heavy weight of a sleek black shotgun suddenly appeared slung across his back. His fingers tingled as they brushed against the cold metal. __ "Reloading!" Shihab shouted to Rana as he ducked behind a shattered storefront. That's when he heard it - l

The tension in the abandoned factory was thick enough to choke on. Rusted machinery loomed in the shadows like silent witnesses to the coming confrontation. Qasim's men had formed a tight semicircle around Shihab's group, their weapons glinting in the dim light filtering through broken skylights. The stale air carried the metallic tang of gun oil mixed with the ever-present rot of the zombies that lurked just beyond the crumbling walls. Shihab kept his shotgun leveled at Qasim's chest, his finger resting lightly on the trigger guard. His voice was calm but carried an edge of steel. "You're smarter than this, Qasim. You know exactly what happens if we start shooting in here. That horde outside? They'll come running like moths to a flame. And the smell of blood?" He shook his head slowly. "None of us will have a chance. Not you. Not your men. Not us." Qasim chuckled darkly, rolling a gold coin across his knuckles in a practiced motion. The coin caught the light with each rotation, f