I bolt upright, a cold sweat coating my body as I try to make sense of the surreal nightmare that just unfolded before my eyes. A sense of dread washes over me, as I struggle to push down the rising panic threatening to consume me. The screen flickers to the next scene, revealing the aftermath of Junior’s chilling encounter with the zombified woman. The empty couch cushions serve as a haunting reminder of his futile attempt to escape, his desperate screams echoing in my mind. As the camera...