Start-

As Harley sat in his office, he was busy working on his latest project for the company. With laser-like focus, he diligently went through the company's finances, making sure that everything was in order. It was a tedious job, but Harley had a knack for numbers and details, making him the ideal candidate for the position of team lead in Group 3. Harley's team, which consisted of around 5 members, had a strong bond of camaraderie. They always worked together as a coherent unit, trusting their leader's decisions and supporting each other with their individual skills. Together, they formed a well-oiled machine that efficiently handled the task of processing the company's finances.

The start of the plot-

As one normal day when Harley was in the parking area and was getting out of his car the ground shook, the lights inside the parking lot flickered, casting unpredictable shadows on the walls. The ceiling above Harley groaned, and a cloud of dust floated down, mixing with the fluorescent glow of the now trembling bulbs.

In response to the sudden shaking and the sound of the crashing plane, Harley tensed up, his eyes widening in shock and confusion. He quickly grabbed his phone from his pocket, thinking of calling someone for information or help.

As Harley reached for his phone, he realized that the signal was disrupted, likely due to the plane crash outside affecting the communications system. He gritted his teeth in frustration, realizing that he couldn't connect with anyone at the moment.

Harley wasted no time in taking action. He quickly got out of his car and headed towards the stairs leading up to the ground level. Once he reached there, he stopped for a moment to survey the situation. As the rumbling of the ground subsided, he took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he might find outside.

As Harley emerged from the stairs onto the ground level, the sounds of panicked shouts and the roar of fire filled his ears. He looked onto the street, and his eyes widened in shock as he saw the wreckage of the plane, engulfed in flames. The scene was a chaotic tableau of destruction, with others rushing to the area, their faces contorted with concern and fear.

The scene was further exacerbated by the presence of fire trucks attempting to quell the flames, their sirens blaring in the background. Police vehicles also arrived, parking haphazardly along the street, their flashing lights painting the scene with alternating hues of blue and red.

The plane lay in the middle of the street, its shattered body burning ferociously. The wings were broken and torn, and pieces of the fuselage were scattered across the road. The intense heat from the fire casted an eerie glow over the surrounding area, emphasizing the magnitude of the disaster.

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The police officers hurried to the scene, their expressions tense as they conducted a hasty search for any survivors. Ambulances soon followed, their sirens cutting through the clamor of voices and the roar of the flames. Paramedics jumped out, their eyes scanning the area for victims in need of medical assistance.

Just as the first plane had crashed and created chaos, another plane collided with a nearby tall building. The impact was massive, causing the building to fracture, its structure collapsing in a thunderous crumble. The second crash sent shockwaves through the air, momentarily stunning the people who were already grappling with the aftermath of the first disaster.

Chunks of concrete and glass rained down from the shattered building, some plummeting to the ground like monstrous hailstones. The cars parked on the street below were not spared, their windshields shattering as debris collided with them. People below let out screams of terror, scurrying in all directions to escape the falling wreckage.

As Harley watched the second plane crash unfold, he felt a deepening sense of dread wash over him. This was no coincidence - it seemed like a deliberate attack, targeting the very foundation of society itself. What could be the motive behind such chaos and destruction?

His thoughts were interrupted as the lifeless bodies strewn around the street began to stir. Movement returned to their once-still forms, but it was a strange, unnatural motion. They resembled something out of a zombie movie - the walking dead.

Their initial response was natural - the police and medics assumed that the stirring bodies were survivors in need of help. They approached the figures cautiously, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion.

The street was bathed in an eerie twilight, the flames from the crashed planes casting leaping shadows upon the pavement. The first responders - police officers and medical personnel - moved with a newfound caution as they approached the revived bodies, their flashlights casting pools of light amidst the smoky haze. The scene was reminiscent of a dystopian movie, with the undead creatures rising like specters from the chaos and destruction.

The city, no stranger to the chaos of modern society, had transformed into a stage for a horror-filled play. The once-familiar landmarks were marred by the devastation of the airplane crash, and the surreal sight of the undead rising from the debris added a macabre sense of the uncanny to the already chaotic scene. It seemed as if a dark and twisted version of reality had seeped into the very fabric of the city, turning it into a stage for a nightmarish drama.

The scene devolved into chaos, with bystanders recoiling in horror as the undead creatures advanced. Panic ensued as people frantically fled, their screams piercing the air. The police officers, caught off guard, struggled to react in the face of this sudden and gruesome assault. In a moment of collective frenzy, they opened fire on the creatures, their bullets ripping through the air only to have little effect on the relentless onslaught.

In the midst of the escalating chaos, Harley's instincts took over. He hastily made a decision, quickly navigating his way towards the general store on the street. He pushed past the disoriented crowd, seeking a semblance of shelter and formulating a plan in the face of the unsettling events unfolding.

End of the first chapter......