Even breathing seemed to stop.
Golden light spilled across the desolate, ruined wasteland of yellow sand on the horizon. The towering buildings of the past had become ruins, and the once-bustling streets were full of wandering infected.
The intelligent creations that had once served humanity in the Golden Age had all been infected by a virus called the Punishing Virus, turning them into frenzied killing machines. They displayed a crazed urge to attack any individual who showed signs of human consciousness.
They were all enemies.
"Squish!" The sound of metal being pierced by a sharp weapon.
The one hundred and seventieth.
After confirming that the infected signal had vanished, the owner of the katana struggled to pull the weapon from the infected creature's body.
But in the end, that black-and-red figure still fell to the ground alongside the infected creature's corpse.
The enemy is right in front of me, yet I can't do anything...
"Is this where it all ends...?"
