The Man-Eater and the Living Dead

People who eat other people may have already crossed the line into being normal, I thought, but I didn't care.

My friend and I lived in a remote area where outsiders rarely came, and people often died. It was like a cage, cut off from the outside world, terrifying yet peaceful.

"Your experiment still isn't getting anywhere?" I asked.

"You're so annoying. Shut up, or I'll use you for my experiment," my friend snapped impatiently.

His younger sister stood to one side, quietly watching us.

For two fugitives, this was the perfect place to hide.

But then things happened that shattered our quiet existence.

A virus called "XI-04" spread wildly among humans, creating wave after wave of infected hordes;

The living dead in the laboratory crawled onto land, using intelligence beyond that of ordinary humans to command the infected hordes;

The Cult of Evil Eating spread everywhere, hailing me as the "Son of the Evil God" who could defeat our enemies and free humanity from enslavement.

Yet we, some of the main culprits behind it all, only wanted to escape this mad society and return to our ordinary lives.

Theme: It started as a dream of mine. It left such a deep impression that I decided to write it down. But once separated from my memories, the dream became a world of its own. At this point, all I can do is continue the story.