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MidReal Story
The Ghost Who Saved Our Town
Scenario:写一个短篇鬼故事，字数在600左右，要与僵尸相关，结局要美好
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Hannah Miller
compassionate, and resourceful. Hannah navigates the dangers of the postapocalyptic world, seeking safety and companionship. She befriends a friendly ghost named George who helps her survive and find other survivors. Together, they work to rebuild their community and restore hope amidst chaos.
George Thompson
protective, and witty. George watches over Hannah and helps her survive the zombie outbreak by guiding her through hidden passages and providing crucial information. His friendship with Hannah deepens as they work together to save their town from destruction.
Lily Carter
resilient, and optimistic. Lily becomes an essential part of the group's survival efforts by providing medical care to injured survivors. Her presence brings hope for rebuilding society as she helps establish a makeshift hospital.
I was never a fan of zombie movies or television shows, but when the dead suddenly began to rise and roam the earth I had no choice but to become braver than I ever thought I could be.
My name is Hannah Miller and I grew up in a small town in America.
I lost everything I had ever known the day the local lab experienced an outbreak and the deadly, contagious virus was released into the air.
Before long my hometown, which had once been so beautiful and full of life, was overrun by zombies.
People died in large numbers and those of us who managed to survive the initial outbreak did not know where to turn in order to remain safe.
I found myself relying on the kindness of strangers in order to make it through each and every day.
One of these strangers turned out to be a ghost named George Thompson.
George died in the 1950s, but he never left his hometown due to unfinished business.
As I followed George down the street, he beckoned me to follow him into a narrow alley that ran between the old pharmacy and post office.
The alley was so narrow that only one person could fit through it at a time.
George's translucent form glowed faintly in the darkness, allowing me to see him as he pointed to a rusty door that was partially hidden behind overgrown vines.
I gripped my baseball bat tightly as I scanned the area for any signs of movement.
George phased through the wall of the building to check if it was safe for us to enter.
A few moments later he returned, nodding his head in approval.
I pulled the heavy door open with a metallic groan, causing the hinges to protest loudly as they were stretched and strained.
The sound echoed down the corridor, causing me to wince in anticipation of the zombies that would be drawn to us by the noise.
My flashlight beam revealed a maintenance tunnel that stretched out before us, disappearing into darkness.
Somewhere ahead of us I could hear water dripping from one of the pipes that lined the ceiling. "This way leads to the hospital basement," George said softly.
"Lily's group is hiding there."
He began to move forward, but I hesitated, unsure if I should follow him into such a potentially dangerous situation.
The last thing I wanted was to walk into a trap and get myself killed.
"Come on," George said impatiently.
"We do not have much time."
He began to move forward again, but this time he did not wait for me to follow him.
The tunnel stretched out before us, seemingly endless.
I kept one hand on the wall to keep my balance as I shuffled forward, following George's glowing form.
The beam of my flashlight danced across the walls and floor, casting eerie shadows that seemed to move of their own accord.
George's ghostly glow was not enough to light our way, so I had to rely on my flashlight in order to see where I was going.
The light flickered as it cast an eerie glow across the walls and floor.
The air was damp and musty, filled with the scent of mildew and decay.
I could hear the sound of water dripping from one of the pipes above us, each splash echoing loudly through the tunnel.
It caused me to flinch and grip my bat a little tighter.
As we continued down the tunnel, I heard a metallic clang in the distance.
I froze in place, causing George to phase back through the wall to check on me. His translucent form smiled reassuringly as he nodded his head and began to move forward again.
I forced myself to continue moving, even though every instinct told me to turn and run away from whatever had made that noise.
It was easy for George to be brave; he had been dead for decades and did not have anything left to fear.
I, on the other hand, still had plenty of reasons to be afraid.
My legs felt heavy as if they were made of lead, but I forced myself to keep moving forward.