I am happy that I have survived, but I am sad that I am alone. When the dead are alive, how can the living survive?
I'm speechless. For a realist, these things happened around me that I couldn't believe.
For example, zombies, robots, and two-dimensional cute girl killers.
But life is no better than fiction after all, and the breath of death is everywhere.
What should I do to survive in this troubled world and protect the people I love?