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As the sedan hummed steadily down the empty streets of the city, Zara couldn't shake the tightness in her chest. Her eyes darted from one shadowed building to the next, scanning the eerie silence around them. 

She couldn't stop thinking about the eerie message they had seen earlier. 

What did it mean? Who were they referring to?

They were too far in now to turn back, yet every inch of the decaying city seemed to scream a warning. The remnants of human activity that had been scattered across their path over the past few miles only added to her anxiety.

There was something off. Zara could feel it in her bones.

She glanced out the window, noticing a flickering light through the grime-coated glass. A broken streetlamp, its bulb flickering intermittently as if trying to signal something.