Like every story, the rooftop of a school is a place of confession. It is the unspoken and unbroken rule. And anyone who thinks otherwise is thrown over its fence. On a hot, windy day, Jin was minding his own business on the school’s rooftop when a rabbit imprinted on pink underwear suddenly blocked his view. However, passed that unappealing undergarment is a strange woman of great beauty with a very cold set of silver eyes. And instead of a romantic confession, he received a piece of crazy information. “The sun will soon be swallowed up by the darkness, and the world as we know it will be plunged into an eternal night. More than half of the world will be wiped out by the undead, and harsher and crueler rule will rise from their ashes. The Gods are dead. The lands are shattered, and the world will begin to forget what it once was. Time and distance will lose their meaning and the knowledge of how things will crumble into ashes. Those who struggle to survive in a shattered world must overcome decay and rot that eats at memories and thrusts people into nightmarish abominations and will bring each other face to face with cosmic horrors and – worst of all – their own personal demons. “Jin, will you face this apocalypse together with me and live . . . or choose otherwise and die.” “. . .” “Your choice?”
A distant crash echoed through the mall, and the zombies' moans grew more frenzied. The survivors braced themselves, their bodies tensing as the chain gates vibrated under the force of the undead onslaught.
Every sound, every movement, was amplified in the confined space, creating a sensory overload that threatened to shake them on their knees.
And then, as if the world held its breath, the rattling suddenly ceased. The zombies' moans faded into the background, replaced by an eerie silence that seemed almost surreal.
The survivors exchanged bewildered glances, uncertain of what had just happened.
The air was thick with tension as they cautiously approached the chain gates. Peering through the gaps, they saw the zombies had moved on, drawn by some other distraction or prey.
The relief that washed over them was a bittersweet elixir, a fleeting moment of respite in an unrelenting nightmare.