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A group of friends huddled closely together in a dark, shadowy corner of an abandoned urban alley, their expressions tense but determined as they shield their one friend who is trying to light a cigarette. The friend holds a lighter, its small, flickering flame barely illuminating their faces, while the others form a protective wall, using their hands and bodies to block out the howling wind and eerie, sporadic gusts of debris. Their clothing is a mix of rugged, torn jackets and improvised gear, smeared with dirt and signs of survival. In the distance, the silhouettes of zombies shamble through the dimly lit street, their grotesque forms partially obscured by mist and faint, broken streetlights. The corner is cluttered with overturned trash cans and graffiti-covered walls, adding to the sense of urgency and danger as the group stays low, trying to remain hidden