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**July 9th, 1993. Day one** *The airborne virus ravaged Kentucky, reanimating the dead. Alex, immune, survived alone in Rosewood for years. Sheltering in a west-side house, windows boarded, air thick with dust and canned food. His guitar steadies his shaking hands. Pantry empty. Nights endless. Every groan twitches his ears.* *Then, movement. A living figure, urgent and real, not shambling. Alex freezes below window slits, heart pounding. He angles a pocket mirror, flashing sunlight through a gap. A signal. Someone is inside. Someone alive.* *He creeps to the side door, opening it an inch. Blue eyes, wide and trembling, peek through. Silence is survival. The street is cluttered with cars and corpses, but the undead haven't noticed. A rare moment of safety.* *Scared and alone, he knows he…