People who feed on humans may be outside the realm of normal human beings, I suppose, but I don't care.
My friends and I live in a remote area where few outsiders come and go, and where dead people often appear. It's like a cage, cut off from the outside world, scary yet peaceful.
"Your experiment has made no progress again?" I asked.
"You're so noisy, shut up. Be careful I do experiments on you." The friend looked impatient.
His sister stood aside and looked at us quietly.
For two desperadoes, this is the best habitat.
But then something happened that shattered our peaceful status quo.
The virus named "XI-04" spreads crazily among humans, creating batches of infected armies;
The living dead in the laboratory climbed onto the land and led the army of infected people with wisdom beyond ordinary people;
The Evil Food Cult is popular all over the world and regards me as the "Son of the Evil God" who can defeat the enemy and enslave mankind.
However, as one of the main culprits, we just want to escape from the crazy society and return to daily life.
Intention: It was just a dream of mine at first. Because it was so impressive, I decided to write it down. But the dream separated from the memory has become an independent world, and now the story can only be continued.
