In the fifth year of separation, the world collapsed.
When he called, surreal chaos was unfolding on the street outside his window. The man who once explained everything scientifically is now on the phone saying, "Come to me, now."
The basement is full of stuff that shouldn't be in a bookstore. Cooler, weapons, and a map full of coordinates. The first words of the reunion were: "We are leaving this city and going somewhere far away."
We thought it was just an escape.
Until it was discovered that someone had arrived early at every stop, and every piece of information found pointed to a deeper conspiracy. The serum sample that was supposed to save lives began to have a will of its own as it neared the end.
Under the aurora, he showed hesitation for the first time: "If the truth is more cruel than the doomsday, do you still want to continue?"
I looked at the red line running through the continent on the map and remembered what he said many years ago - some journeys, once they begin, can only reach the end.
Whatever is waiting for us at the end.
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Rational restraint virologist × intuitive photographer
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｜Highway Escape｜Reunion｜Zombie Apocalypse｜
Purpose: Keep vigil for human civilization at the end of the glacier.
