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Moria’s fingers slipped. The wet cable above was her lifeline, the only thing keeping her from the sea of undead below. Rain hammered down, stinging her face and chilling her to the bone as she dangled above the city. The zombies reached, their decaying hands swiping the air just feet below her. She could smell the rot, feel the hunger in their groans as they waited for her grip to fail.
With a deep breath, she swung her body and reached for a nearby fire escape. Her hand caught the metal bar, and she scrambled up, dragging herself onto the platform. Every muscle in her body screamed, but survival demanded she push forward. Clinging to the shadows, Moria climbed, staying just out of sight of the undead stumbling through the building below.
Finally, she reached the rooftop. Gasping for breath as she pressed herself against the cold concrete wall. She peered around the edge, her heart thundering. A pair of zombies shuffled on the other side, their eyes scanning, noses twitching as if they could sense her, even through the rain.
She held her breath, waiting. The zombies drifted closer, their heavy footsteps echoing against the rooftop. Moria braced herself, every nerve on edge, praying they’d pass her by. The rain poured down, washing her scent away, masking her heartbeat—at least, she hoped.