During the Day:

As the sun rises over the iconic skyline of Los Angeles, I find myself standing amidst the chaos of a zombie apocalypse. The once bustling streets now lie in eerie silence, interrupted only by the occasional moans of the undead. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I navigate through the debris-strewn roads, my heart racing with each step I take.

The warmth of the sun on my skin provides a sense of fleeting comfort, a stark contrast to the horrors that surround me. I move cautiously, constantly scanning my surroundings for any signs of movement. The once familiar landmarks of the city now serve as ominous reminders of a world forever changed.

Despite the despair that lingers in the air, a sense of determination fuels my every move. I scavenge for supplies, carefully planning my next move as I strive to survive another day in this post-apocalyptic landscape. The vibrant colors of the city are now muted by a veil of desolation, yet amidst the destruction, a glimmer of hope remains.

At Night:

As night descends upon the city of angels, a shroud of darkness envelops the once luminous streets. The eerie glow of flickering streetlights casts long shadows, creating a haunting backdrop for the horrors that lurk in the darkness. Every sound is amplified in the stillness of the night, sending chills down my spine with each rustle of leaves or distant growl.

I huddle in a makeshift shelter, the cold night air seeping through the cracks, a constant reminder of the harsh reality that I now face. The city that never sleeps now lies in a state of perpetual unrest, haunted by the echoes of its former glory. The moon hangs low in the sky, a silent witness to the trials and tribulations of those who dare to defy the odds.

As I keep watch through the night, my mind drifts to memories of a life long gone, a life before the world was overrun by the undead. Despite the overwhelming sense of despair that threatens to consume me, a flicker of resilience burns bright within my soul. I steel myself for the challenges that lie ahead, knowing that with each passing night, I am one step closer to surviving the unforgiving streets of Los Angeles.

dAN aBARCA, tHE aNOMALY