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I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was ready to join another group. But there was something about Thierry's determination, his refusal to give up, that resonated with me.
The days turned into weeks, and our little group grew. We scavenged for supplies, built traps, and trained for the battles ahead. And when the undead hordes finally descended upon us, we were ready.
I had lost count of the days since the outbreak. It felt like an eternity since I'd seen my family, my friends, or any glimmer of hope. The world had descended into chaos, and I was just one of the lucky ones who had managed to survive.
"Welcome to our little refuge," he said, eyeing me warily. "We're preparing to make a stand against the dead. We could use someone with your skills."
The war was far from over, but in that moment, I felt a glimmer of hope. We might just make it through this thing after all.
As I emerged from the crowded streets of Jerusalem, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The once-thriving metropolis was now a desolate, war-torn landscape. The undead roamed the streets, their haunting groans and unblinking eyes a constant reminder of the apocalypse that had ravaged our world.
As I made my way through the ruined city, I stumbled upon a small group of survivors. They were holed up in an abandoned fortress, surrounded by makeshift barricades and sandbags. I was immediately drawn to their leader, a former general named Thierry, who seemed to have a plan to take back the city.
