The scene unfolds like a macabre ballet from above. The lone motorcyclist, a dot of movement amidst the static cityscape, weaves through the deserted streets, leaving a trail of dust and exhaust fumes in his wake. Behind him, the horde of zombies forms a dark, undulating mass, their pursuit relentless and unwavering. The contrast between the single light of the motorcycle and the vast darkness surrounding it emphasizes the motorcyclist's vulnerability and the overwhelming odds stacked against him. --cref <https://s.mj.run/bQnnTMWcy4o> --style raw