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Resurgent Z The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape. A lone figure moved stealthily through the decaying remnants of what was once a bustling city. His tattered clothes clung to his emaciated frame, and a grim determination etched across his weathered face. This was Zeke, a survivor in a world ravaged by an unforgiving apocalypse. Zeke clutched a burlap sack filled with potatoes close to his chest as he navigated through the ruins. The air was thick with the acrid scent of decay, and the distant echoes of distant horrors sent shivers down his spine. He needed to reach his makeshift garden before darkness fell, before the predators that roamed the night emerged from their hiding places. His journey took him through crumbling streets, where the skeletons of skyscrapers loomed like tombstones. He knew every inch of this desolation intimately, having scoured it countless times for supplies and remnants of a time long gone. But now, h
