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It started with a single case in the heart of the city. A man, feverish and weak, collapsed in a subway station. His blood tests revealed a strange, unidentified virus. The media latched onto it like vultures, crafting sensationalized headlines about an apocalyptic outbreak. The government stepped in with a name that sealed the fear into people’s minds: ZV-1, the “zombie virus.”

Alex Carter was always pushing the limits. A famous vlogger known for his daring explorations of abandoned buildings and urban legends, his millions of followers craved the adrenaline-fueled adventures he provided. So when rumors about the "Backrooms" started circulating on the internet, Alex knew he had to investigate.

The sky was neither red nor blue but something in between, a color undefined, as if the world itself refused to acknowledge the end of the war. A silence hung in the air, thick and uneasy, stretching across the ruins of what had once been a city. Crumbled skyscrapers jutted from the earth like broken teeth, their glass and steel remnants reflecting a light that belonged to no sun. The war was over, but no one could say who had won.

The world had crumbled under the weight of its dead. Cities stood silent, their streets littered with abandoned cars and the skeletal remains of those who had once lived. The undead reigned, their hunger unending, their numbers vast. Humanity was no longer at the top of the food chain. They were prey. And yet, in the darkness, a glimmer of hope remained.

Alex Carter had been to some of the most remote places on Earth. His travel vlogs, rich with breathtaking landscapes and thrilling adventures, had gained him millions of subscribers. But none of his previous journeys compared to the one he was about to take.