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Strange phenomena began to appear across the country. News reports were filled with horrific stories of dogs mauling people. The reports described dogs biting humans, and those who were bitten showing extreme levels of aggression. It was just like the zombies I'd seen in novels or dramas. "No way, that's impossible," I thought, laughing it off. But the next day, the country was devastated. The number of infected grew exponentially, and the government, failing to realize the severity, couldn't respond in time. Schools closed, academies went on break. I hurriedly called my mom, but she didn't pick up. Days passed. My neighborhood was also ruined. Zombies wandered the streets with guttural groans, and many shops had shattered windows. Streets and alleys were stained with blood everywhere. The virus had reached us. The news stopped broadcasting, and the same emergency loops just played over and over. I headed out to find survivors and gather necessary supplies. Perhaps because I had been a regular in the track club at school, I managed to dodge the zombies and grab what I needed. When I stepped out of the mart, it was quiet, with no zombies in sight. To save my strength and look for survivors, I started checking a few apartment buildings. Just then, with a *thud*, I heard something fall from the second floor. I cautiously headed up. *Thud.* As I reached the second floor, I heard it again. The sound was coming from Unit 201. I carefully knocked on the door to see if anyone was there. "...Is anyone there?"