Dawn

    “Boss, I can perceive something strange coming in our direction. It's very...strange, must be very powerful—AH!”   Inside the humvee, a young man with a handkerchief tied on his forehead screamed in pain. He gripped his head, enduring the stabbing sensation inside his brain. The woman beside her saw his situation and panicked. “Gio! Gio! What's happening to you!”   Everyone knew that there's something wrong in this place. They were looking warily in each direction, prepared for any unexpected attack. Gio, who's a person with a perception ability, is a very powerful ability-holder. Having these kind of reaction only means one thing; they encountered something beyond the scope of  their abilities.   Their leader didn't hesitate. “Retreat! Now!”   The military vehicle made a loud screech as it retreated quickly. No one wants to die on a unfair battle. It's obvious that

Ferdinand has been sleepless these past few days, not only because of his busy work but also because he's been worrying over his daughter and grandson. He was also very sad, due to his son-in-law's unexpected passing. He's been observing his daughter, and he knows she's been trying her best to remain calm. Ferdinand sighed as he arranged his thoughts. He keeps thinking—human life is indeed so fickle, so fragile and so easy to take. No matter how humans have evolved this far, humanity is still in a disadvantageous position against the millions of undead, awaiting them just outside these tall walls that are protecting their base. Everyone knew that sooner or later, they would lose their lives in this huge battle against fate, but when it really comes to the time that people lose someone they love along the process—it is still very hard for someone to accept it. Ferdinand could only wish that Dior would find his peace, as Ferdinand

When Farrah finished dealing with all the patients that needed treatment, it was already midnight. She haven't had dinner and felt hungry so she decided to retire first. One of the soldiers offered to send her back to her house but Farrah politely refused. She can defend herself if needed, there's no need for a 'tail' to protect her.  As she was about to walk on the exist door, she heard some people, precisely two young women, chatting about her. How did Farrah know? Because the moment she neared them, she heard her name being mentioned loud and clear.  “It seems that Dr. Cherry hated Dr. Lee so much huh, she's even thinking of replacing Dr. Lee as the Assistant Director of this hospital!” “F*ck, that's too scheming of her. But why? Ever since I worked here, I haven't heard much about the reason why she hated Dr. Lee...” “Have you heard about Dr. Lee recently d

 Ferdinand couldn’t believe what he saw when he came back to the laboratory. On a huge cylindrical glass tube was a zombie, based on its appearance. She was a girl probably around 12-14 years old when she was still alive. There’s a rotting wound on her shoulder, smeared with black blood, and her eyeballs turned white all over. Her skin was bluish-pale, while a sticky dark liquid continuously sliding down to her chin. She was groaning, growling, banging on the thick glass and glaring at all the researchers in pure greed.  Ferdinand felt so disturbed even though he has seen kids turning to zombies before. It was probably because he was staying inside the base for a long time that he had an illusion of peace—forgetting that beyond these tall walls were monsters capable of turning a young innocent girl into what she was now. Looking at his superior, Ferdinand couldn't help feeling confused. His superior was a

It was Ferdinand’s stern yet inquiring face and David’s tight hug Farrah saw when she finally regained her consciousness. When she remembered what had happened before she fainted, she couldn’t help but to gasp. “Awake? Are you okay? Can you tell me what happened to you?” Ferdinand fired a lot of questions at once, not caring whether Farrah heard his words clearly.  “... Dad,” she called out, devoid of strength.  “Yes?” her father immediately responded, holding her hand. His eyes seem to look inside of her head, trying to see what she was thinking. Farrah suddenly didn’t have any idea whether to tell him what she had discovered, or keep it to herself until she have enough evidence to prove that her conjectures were true. Looking at her father, she knew there’s huge possibility that her father would just br