Another night passed, and the apocalypse had entered its twentieth day.

Ray stared out at the window as the world slowly whitened with dawn. He couldn't help but whistle in admiration.

Human resilience was truly remarkable. Twenty days had passed, and yet, it seemed that at least half—or perhaps even more—of the residents in the neighborhood were still alive. Were it not for the endless slaughter among themselves, the number of survivors could have been much higher. It was awe-inspiring.

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