A lone biker on a vintage motorcycle slowly cruises through an abandoned city at dusk. Dilapidated buildings stand like ghosts, their broken windows resembling empty eyes. Behind those windows, dark figures lurk, waiting patiently. They are zombies, their decaying bodies and hungry eyes fixated on the biker, hoping he will come close enough to become their next meal. The atmosphere is thick with tension and dread, the silence only broken by the low rumble of the motorcycle and the distant moan of the undead. --style raw