Scenario:我走在休斯顿的街上。当我走向我的家时，那里只有几分钟的路程，我看到地上和街上有血。我感到震惊。我拨打了911，但没有人接听。当时我不知道这是僵尸末日的开始。
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我走在休斯顿的街上。当我走向我的家时，那里只有几分钟的路程，我看到地上和街上有血。我感到震惊。我拨打了911，但没有人接听。当时我不知道这是僵尸末日的开始。
Asher Brown
He is a college student studying engineering, living in Houston. He is resourceful, brave, and determined. Asher discovers a world turned into a zombie apocalypse while returning home after a night out with friends. He struggles to contact emergency services but eventually navigates through the chaos alone. Using his engineering skills and quick thinking, he creates a makeshift weapon and attempts to reach his family's safe room, confronting numerous zombies along the way.
Alder Brown
He is Asher’s older brother who works as a firefighter. He is brave, protective, and determined. Alder faces danger by going out to rescue people stranded by the zombie outbreak. Despite the risk to himself, he strives to fulfill his duty as a firefighter while worrying about his family’s safety. His courage under siege is evident as he battles through zombies to reach possible survivors, putting himself in harm’s way to save others.
Morgan
She is a survivor with her arm broken and out of cast. She is desperate, resilient, and grateful. Morgan meets Asher while fleeing from zombies and becomes entranced by his appearance. She discards her crutch to climb up to Asher's window, revealing her determination to find safety. Her encounter with Asher results in both of them entering his home as the world around them unravels into chaos, seeking refuge and potential survival.
I walked the streets of Houston, trying to get some fresh air after being inside the bar all night.
It was only a few minutes’ walk back to my house, so I didn’t mind.
I had my phone in my hand, ready to dial 911 if anything else happened.
Nothing else did, but as I approached my home, I saw blood on the ground and the pavement.
Shock coursed through me.
What the hell?
I tried to dial 911 again, but no one answered.
I kept trying, thinking maybe it was just busy.
After a few attempts and nothing, I gave up.
There was a woman walking down the street away from me.
She looked like she was in distress and limping badly.
As she got closer to me, I saw that her arm was broken.
There was no cast on it; she must have just gotten out of the hospital.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked her as she approached me.
She looked up at me with wide eyes and stopped in her tracks.
For a second, she stared at me, then shook her head and kept walking.
I watched her for a minute before turning around and going into my house.
She must be in shock or something.
I closed the door behind me and locked it before going to the kitchen for a drink.
As I opened the fridge, I heard a loud crash outside.
I moved as quietly as I could, my bare feet making no noise on the linoleum floor.
The kitchen was dark, the only light coming from the streetlight outside.
The crash echoed in my ears as I rounded the kitchen island and stepped past the dirty dishes in the sink.
My hand brushed against the wall as I searched for the light switch.
It was somewhere near the window, but I couldn’t see it in the dark.
The streetlight cast long shadows through the venetian blinds, making it hard to see anything clearly.
My fingers finally found the cord that hung from the blinds, and I hesitated for a moment.
Maybe it would be better to stay hidden in the darkness.
But then I heard another sound, like metal scraping against concrete, and I knew I had to look.
"Who's there?" I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.
"It's me, Carla," came the reply, her voice trembling slightly.
"What happened out there, and why is there blood on the ground?"
I fumbled along the wall, my heart pounding in my chest.
My fingers brushed against something smooth, and I realized it was the light switch.
I flipped it on, and suddenly the kitchen was bathed in bright light.
Carla was standing near the window, her eyes wide with fear.
"Who's there?" she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"But I heard something outside. It sounded like someone was trying to get in."
I moved towards the back door, my heart racing.
As I approached, I heard more scratching noises coming from the other side.
They were louder now, and I could tell that whatever was out there was trying to get in.
I grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter and held it tightly in my hand.
The metal felt cold against my palm, and I wondered if it would be enough to protect me if whatever was out there managed to break through the door.
The scratching grew louder, and I could hear what sounded like metal dragging across concrete.
I took a step back from the door, my heart racing in my chest. Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the door, and it shook violently under the force of whatever was on the other side.
I jumped back, startled, and dropped the knife onto the floor with a clatter.
It slid across the linoleum and came to rest near the sink.
I stared at it for a moment before turning back to face the door.
The scratching had stopped, but I could still hear movement on the other side.
It sounded like something small and fast was scurrying around out there.
I took a step forward cautiously and peered through the window on the door.
At first, I saw nothing but darkness beyond the glass.
But then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something moving quickly across my field of vision.
