Because of my mistake, I destroyed everything.
I used to spend my days numb with factory work, until I met my girlfriend and finally had something to look forward to.
To give her a better life, I went to work on construction sites, where I met a group of brothers who weren’t afraid to fight for what they wanted.
On their advice, we started working as private bodyguards.
But a job that looked wildly profitable turned out to be the beginning of a nightmare.
We had no idea our client was a major drug lord.
Once the job was done, he sent men to wipe us out so there’d be no loose ends.
Driven into a corner, I faced the cruelest choice:
My brothers or my girlfriend?
I chose my girlfriend.
We survived, but the guilt over a hundred lives consumed her, and she eventually died of grief.
I began to spiral, until I was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
As I lay flat, waiting to die, disaster struck my family again. Every one of them was killed.
I was the only child in the family. In a single night, I lost everything and was left utterly alone.
I knew who my enemy was, but I didn’t even have the strength to seek revenge.
As I lay dying in my hospital bed, I suddenly heard someone shout:
“You’ve been asleep long enough! Get up!”
I opened my eyes to a world ravaged by a zombie outbreak.
Could it be… that everything before had just been a dream?
I thought it was a rebirth, a salvation, a chance to start over.
Only at the very end did I understand…
I was still lying in that hospital bed.
The line on the heart monitor went flat.
It had all been nothing but a dream, an illusion as fleeting as a bubble…
