From the ground level, amongst the staggering zombies, we see the motorcyclist burst through the throng. His motorcycle's wheels splash through puddles, sending up arcs of murky water. The motorcyclist's helmet is a dark silhouette against the brighter path ahead, where the street opens up onto a bridge that promises escape. The zombies in the foreground are in sharp detail, while the motorcyclist is captured in the act of fleeing, a beacon of hope amidst despair. --cref <https://s.mj.run/TT2QbfVPQCA> --style raw