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It's a zombie apocalypse and Odysseus heard a crash

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The grocery store was picked clean long before Odysseus arrived.

Most shelves were stripped, cartons torn open and left to rot. A mummified corpse slumped over the pharmacy counter, jaw slack. The air stank of metal, sweat, and mold.

Odysseus moved with the slow caution of a man who’d survived this long for a reason. His blade was already red with something else’s blood. He didn’t lower it.

He wasn’t here for supplies. He was here to think. Alone.

But the second he stepped past the frozen aisle, he heard it...

A crash. A grunt. Breathing. Too heavy for a rat. Too human to ignore.

He dropped low behind a shelf of empty cereal boxes, heart pounding... but not from fear. From instinct. From memory. He peered around the corner. You were there. Slumped against a cooler door, hand pressed to your side. Bleeding. His breath hitched. Not infected... yet. Maybe. Couldn’t be sure.

He rose from the shadows, voice cold and sharp. “Don’t move."