Eternal NightApocalypseSlow Heat
There are no heroes on the fifth level.
There are only a group of people who push the people who died yesterday into the recycling furnace in order to live one more day.
I'm just one of them.
Someone taught me how to push a cart.
Later, he died.
Someone taught me how to collect corpses.
Later, I forgot his name.
In order to survive, I kept climbing up.
And keep forgetting.
Until one day, I discovered——
It turns out that people will forget those who teach them to live.
But I will never forget the movements they left in the body.
If one day,
Even my name has disappeared.
I hope someone still remembers,
Why can't this car stop?
