Apocalypse Echoes: I Hear My Own Dead Self

At three in the morning, I was working the night shift at a funeral home.

A corpse in the refrigerated drawer suddenly called my name.

After that day, I began hearing the voices left behind by “my dead self.”

[Don't look back.]

[Don't open the door.]

[In three minutes, you'll die in the stairwell.]

At first, I thought they were just hallucinations.

Until “echoes of the dead” began appearing throughout the city.

People died.

But they... kept coming back.