Xiang Yu stepped out of the building, the horde of zombies trailing behind him like a menacing shadow. As he emerged into the back alley, thunderous rain fell fiercely, washing away the grime that coated his body. The cold droplets splattered against his skin, mingling with the blood and filth, but he felt no discomfort. He walked forward, each step deliberate.
Exiting the alley, he found himself on the main street. The city was in chaos, a cacophony of screams and panicked shouts filled the air.
People ran in all directions, desperately trying to escape the relentless advance of the undead. The awakened who were pushing back were outmatched. The army of zombies surged forward, wave after wave, hungry for flesh.
Xiang Yu stood in the centre of the road, a dark figure amidst the chaos. He watched the mayhem unfold with a detached curiosity, as if observing a war that didn't concern him.
