03:06, 21 July, 20XY.
Muzaffarnagar, Uttar Pradesh, India.
The past few days had been quite relaxing, at least for the people in the Muzaffarnagar zone—the one that had its minor demon killed.
They didn't have to do much, and they had little to no pressure on their heads.
Many people had already started to make houses for themselves using wood and left out concrete.
Some would make it far away from the red zones, while some would make it anywhere they found comfortable, but the humans were trying to get comfortable with whatever they had.
What they didn't know was that apocalypse was not something comforting.
How can houses made of wood and broken concrete stop monsters with a strength of level 15 or 20?
Many people, who had thought that they could live a happy life even in this apocalyptic world, were killed by some roaming beast.
This again sent a wave of dread throughout the humans.