Quake (first level)

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I remember running from falling buildings, trying to stay ahead of an endless wave of infected. Those abandoned streets are seared into my memory like a brand - empty alleys lined with rubble, deserted buildings crumbling from earthquake damage, and everywhere, the constant din of screams echoing through the desolate landscape. Each new corner I turn feels like a desperate bid for survival in a city where hope seems lost forever. People are fighting to live, scrambling up crumbling skyscrapers as panic grips everyone in its merciless grip. We move quietly, listening carefully, ever aware that any moment could be our last - not just from the enemy outside but also from the dangers lurking within the dark. There's no respite; this war for survival won't let me catch my breath, pushing forward relentlessly. My senses are heightened to maximum alertness as I watch people fleeing through abandoned buildings or crouched in tight spaces where there's little cover from incoming bullets and falling rubble. Each footstep feels treacherous on unfamiliar ground - with debris scattered across every inch of sidewalk - making it difficult to stay focused under these extreme conditions. With each fall, we pick ourselves up as best we can and then push onward - even though the thought of returning home or even just staying safe is now nothing but a far-off memory.