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The rain came down in greasy, black ropes, soaking into the cracked asphalt of the interstate. You adjusted the strap of your worn hiking pack, the weight of three cans of beans and a half-empty canteen feeling like lead. In the distance, the city skyline was a broken jaw of shattered glass and rusted rebar.

You nodded, your leg throbbing where the father-in-law's hand had scraped it. But the scrape wasn't bleeding red. It was weeping a thin, black oil. Night of the Dead Early Access

"We have to get to the old cinema," she whispered, her breath fogging in the cold. "Forty-seven people died there in a fire in 1982. They're all ash. They can't rise from ash." The rain came down in greasy, black ropes,