A view through a dirty, cracked window of an abandoned house. Inside, lurking in the shadows, a zombie with a decaying face and empty eyes stares out. Its skeletal hand grips the windowsill, its nails filthy and broken. In the foreground, blurred but recognizable, a biker on a vintage motorcycle slowly rides down the deserted street. The setting sun casts long, menacing shadows, and the atmosphere is thick with palpable tension. The zombie waits for its moment, ready to pounce on its prey as soon as it comes within reach. --cref <https://s.mj.run/TT2QbfVPQCA> --style raw