Deep in the woods...
Outside a wooden cabin...
A "gray wolf"... Its hunger is growing...
Knock... knock... knock...
Footsteps on the steps,
coming closer and closer.
Creak
The wooden door slowly swings open...
The girl looks outside. A "hungry wolf," its face horribly disfigured.
The next second, blood sprays everywhere...
A red cloak... a red hood...
Flowing crimson... trembling hands.
"Little Red Riding Hood"... is born.
[It's time to go out... into a new world...]
She puts on her backpack...
And walks farther and farther away...
In front of the cabin...
Blood covers the ground...
A "hungry wolf" lies in a state of decay...
Wailing and snarling...
The walking dead... food...
"The scent... of humans..."
"Humans... there are... humans..."
And so... she races out of the woods...
Into that newborn world...
A newborn... apocalypse... an apocalypse... filled with... despair...
