At the end of the world, zombies break out.
Everything is like a joke played by the Creator. The dead come to life and attack the living. Living people murder living people in order to survive...
The frailties of human nature are evident.
I am a person who says ordinary is not ordinary. But I have to survive in this end of the world...
Constantly looking for and selecting companions, constantly facing death and loss.
Actually... I shouldn't be just a writer...
We are fleeing while looking for ways to survive. Is it the necessity of time or the chaos of space?
Bacteria? Virus? Spore?
Infect? Destroy? Rebirth?
A seemingly useless skill shines in the apocalypse, and I even began to be grateful for this disaster.
Family, friendship, love, human heart, self-existence value.
Become transparent and cruel in the constant gain and loss.
I write down everything I have experienced, first to give it to you who has infinite possibilities in the parallel universe.
Maybe in the next second, what I experienced will happen to you