selacodawn, Dawn with weapon light and sidearm, backed into a lab aisle: overturned carts, smashed glassware, sparking terminals, lab coats and ID lanyards on the floor, slime trails. In the midground, infected “ex-staff” figures emerge from fog (keep it grim and grounded, not supernatural). Dawn’s stance is boxer-solid, knees bent, one hand bracing against a steel bench, the other firing; muzzle flash reveals their faces for a split second. Style: intense comic realism, tight framing, harsh contrast, particulate haze, no gore comedy. Negative: zombies-as-joke, neon party palette, clean laboratory.
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