Movement: WASD
Imagine waking up to find everything has twisted into some kind of nightmare—the people you know, your city, the world outside your window—it’s all different, warped. And now you’re seeing ghosts drifting through walls and zombies shambling down the street. What would you do? How would you even survive? Me? I wouldn't stick around to find out. I’d run—no looking back, no second-guessing—as fast and as far as my legs could carry me.
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