The Silhouette Stalker
It was a dark, moonless night. The only light came from the occasional street lamp. Silhouette walked through the city, her feet making no sound on the pavement. She was wearing a long, black coat and a black hat, pulled down low over her face. She had the appearance of a woman who didn’t want to be seen.
She walked purposefully, her destination unknown. She seemed to be heading towards the center of the city. She never hesitated, never looked back. It was as if she knew exactly where she was going.
As she turned a corner, she saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was a man, wearing a long, black trench coat. He was smoking a cigarette, and he eyed her suspiciously as she approached.
“You’re out late,” he said gruffly.
“So are you,” she replied.
He took a step towards her, and she tensed. But then he brushed past her, his cigarette ashes flicking onto her coat. She continued on her way, her heart pounding in her chest.
She was getting close to her destination now. She could see the lights of the city square up ahead. Once she arrived at her destination, she stood in the shadows, observing the building before her. It was a large, imposing structure, made all the more so by the darkness. She seemed to be waiting for something. Or someone. After a few moments, she moved out of the shadows and walked towards the entrance. She paused for a moment, as if debating whether or not to go inside. Then, she squared her shoulders and entered.
Once inside, she was immediately attacked by a horde of zombies. She fought them off as best she could, but there were too many of them. She was soon overwhelmed and eaten alive.
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