When the red sky falls on the nineteenth of August 2080, the people of Segunda Island never thought they'll see their beloved home end before their very eyes. They watched their society bombed into dust, taking many innocent lives. Is it a massacre or a genocide? They died without knowing the reason for their ill fate. Then they resurrected out of ordinary, shifting into something vicious. They've become a humanoid beast who craves for blood and gore. Jane Fortalejo have no choice to team up with a bunch of misfits. Their hope to find haven across the ocean motivates them to strive better against the so-called flesh-eating zombies; but human nature has always been so selfish, ruthless, and violent in their deepest, darkest thoughts. With no safe places left to run and hide, they swear to seek for the truth behind the apocalypse instead, even if their death comes as a price.
View MoreDarkness — a hollow blank space that has nothing much to offer. Just like an emptiness that keeps further and further as the universe keeps expanding forever. They say the never-ending darkness gives terror in our lives, but with just one light all of it will be gone and I was right! At the end of darkness, there would always be lighting waiting for us to discover. A blinding white light as if it’s smiling at you, ready to swallow you. Spiralling shivers travel across my body. What am I even doing here? Am I dead? Did I become one of them?I look up at the light and witness how it turns fiery. The familiar smell of burned flesh lingers in the void. The hot atmosphere makes me sweat and lose my breath too, convincing myself that I am really dead and I’m finally in my hellish afterlife.But a voice echoes, telling me to wake up. Not long after that, I regained consciousness. There I find myself in the midst of leaping flames that burn like a tempe
Nakaupo ako sa lilim ng malaking puno. Magaan sa pakiramdam ang simoy ng hangin. Pakiramdam ko'y para akong dahon na dinadala sa himpapawid."Peace is always beautiful isn't it?" Napawi ang panandaliang ginhawa nang marinig ko ang boses niya."You're here . . ." Nanlalaki ang mga mata kong pinagmasdan ang lalaking nakasandal sa puno. "Kuya, is that really you?""Ngayon mo na lang ulit akong tinawag niyan." Sumilay ang mapaglaro niyang ngiti at umayos sa pagkakaupo.Nanginginig ang buong kalamnan ko. "Bakit mo iyon ginawa?" Pumiyok ang boses ko kaya napaiwas ako ng tingin.Mahina siyang tumawa. "Kailanman hindi ko sisirain ang mga binitawan kong pangako saiyo no
Sterilized tweezers, needles, thread, gauze pads, and bandages are what Vino needs right now. There happens to be a place nearby where all of those supplies are available. I'm talking about Weston's, an all-around drug store owned by Shae's father.We may reach it within ten minutes. I just need bigger thighs, longer legs, and a lot of stamina to reach it faster because I can't anymore! How foolish can I be to think that I could carry him in a fireman's style?It's only been two minutes! With Vino and my backpack slinging on my back, all I can think about is crashing in bed."Zom ... bie," he warned.I shifted my whole body. Although it was dark, I could see Vino was right. There's a creep a few feet away from us. I
Darkness — a hollow blank space that has nothing much to offer. Just like an emptiness that keeps further and further as the universe keeps expanding forever. They say the never-ending darkness gives terror in our lives, but with just one light all of it will be gone and I was right! At the end of darkness, there would always be lighting waiting for us to discover. A blinding white light as if it’s smiling at you, ready to swallow you. Spiralling shivers travel across my body. What am I even doing here? Am I dead? Did I become one of them? I look up at the light and witness how it turns fiery. The familiar smell of burned flesh lingers in the void. The hot atmosphere makes me sweat and lose my breath too, convincing myself that I am really dead and I’m finally in my hellish afterlife. But a voice echoes, telling me to wake up. Not long after that, I regained consciousness. There I find myself in the midst of leaping flames that burn like a temper. I utter a loud curse to my disma
Nakaupo ako sa lilim ng malaking puno. Magaan sa pakiramdam ang simoy ng hangin. Pakiramdam ko’y para akong dahon na dinadala sa himpapawid. “Peace is always beautiful isn't it?” Napawi ang panandaliang ginhawa nang marinig ko ang boses niya. “You’re here . . .” Nanlalaki ang mga mata kong pinagmasdan ang lalaking nakasandal sa puno. “Kuya, is that really you?” “Ngayon mo na lang ulit akong tinawag niyan.” Sumilay ang mapaglaro niyang ngiti at umayos sa pagkakaupo. Nanginginig ang buong kalamnan ko. “Bakit mo iyon ginawa?” Pumiyok ang boses ko kaya napaiwas ako ng tingin. Mahina siyang tumawa. “Kailanman hindi ko sisirain ang mga binitawan kong pangako saiyo noon,” sabi niya pa na ikinakuyom ng kamao ko. Mahigpit ang pagkakahawak ko sa damuhan. Halos sabunutan ko na ang lupang kinauupuan ko. “At ngayon, lalong nasira ang mga binitawan mong salita. Binaon mo lang ang sarili mo sa libingan. Kahit kailan hindi mo na ako mapoprotektahan kasi hindi na … hindi na tayo mag...” “Al
Nagsimula nang bumigat ang malalamig na patak ng tubig-ulan sa balat ko. Nanginging kong niyakap ang sarili marahil nabasa na ang kabuuan ng katawan ko. Napapikit ako ng mariin nang umalingawngaw ang dalawang putok ng baril kasabay ng pagkidlat sa kalangitan. Namamaga na ang mga mata ko sa hapdi dahil sa walang katapusang pag-agos ng luha ko ngayong araw na ito. Vino let go of my wrist. I could hear his deep and short breaths. I swallowed all my fears to face him. Dumanak ang itim na dugo sa puting t-shirt niya. Sinusubukan niyang tingnan ang likuran niya kaya gumapang ako papunta roon para makita iyon. Nanginginig kong inangat ang t-shirt niya at bumungad sa akin ang kaniyang malaking pasa. Kulay asul na iyon na malapit nang maging dark violet. Pinapalibutan niyon ang kaniyang maliliit na gunshot wounds sa kanan na bahagi ng likuran niya. Sumagi muli sa kaisipan ko ang ginawa niyang pagyakap sa akin kanina. ‘He saved me … again.’ Bumalik ako sa harapang bahagi niya at inang
I was taken aback when Papa emphasized each word, saying, “You’re not listening to me." Before I could speak up, he pulled me toward the entrance. All I could do was follow his footsteps. We walked cautiously and slowly so that no one would notice he was taking me away from the group. We stopped when he reached the top of the stairs, just before the door to the district hall. “Hanggang dito na lang ako,” he said, turning to me and grasping both my hands. I took another step to stand level with him. “Hu...huwag mong kakalimutan ang bilin ko saiyo,” he whispered softly. His expression softened, and then he hugged me. Never have I thought I would see papa lose his stern demeanour in my entire life. I always thought nothing scares him; but now that he’s instructing me to hide with his precious journal, I know for a fact that shit was about to go down. He released my hand and gently pushed me toward the entrance. “Papa…” I called him out, but he didn’t look back again. He squeezed into
Yesterday, something inhumane taints our blood, turning almost everyone into killers. In just a few hours, mayhem and misery claim so many innocent lives. Most of them don’t get the chance to say goodbye to their families. Some don’t even realize their entire family is also dead. The most solemn part of it all is that they die alone, without knowing the reason for their ill fate. Afterward, our healthcare providers can only cover their bodies in white cloth. An euthanization act by striking their brains prevents them from mowing down the remaining survivors of this devastation. It becomes the unspoken rule every time one of us dies, which is traumatizing since we are all cooped up here, confronted with horror all day long. Then, they transport the corpses outside the barricades. However, they can’t dig a mass grave given our current situation. Because of that, the plaza turns into a mortuary site. It’s obvious everyone can’t rest well, knowing we need to pierce the heads of our d
I convinced them to go to our house first before meeting up with Papa. I didn’t want to risk getting infected and passing it onto others with sticky blood splattered all over my body. As we entered the gate, I noticed all the lights were off. When I stepped inside the house, I gulped and started to sweat profusely. I wasn’t used to the oppressive darkness that enveloped the space. Our helpers must have evacuated, just like the rest of our neighbors. They should have, because if not, that meant they were dead or in danger. The moment I crossed the threshold, a horrible sight greeted me: blood smeared across the walls and furniture, along with bullet holes punctuating the halls. My mind raced with possibilities; it seemed likely that after we left, an attack had occurred. I didn’t waste any time lingering on the gruesome scene. I dashed up to the second floor where my room was located. Rummaging through my closet, I grabbed two sets of loose and comfortable t-shirts and jogging pants
On the sixteenth of April each year, the Fortalejo family would extend their invitations to their whole clan, including the ones who are not closely related to them. This is for celebrating the last day of the Pahinungod festival, which is a three-day feast that has been observed since the year 2047. It had been over three decades since Talia Fortalejo started their family tradition of gathering on this day as a gesture of thanksgiving to the gods and the ancestors who had come before them. It was also a way of honoring the rich history of the Segunda island and the bountiful harvest that sustained them. However, it is unfortunate that the true spirit of this gathering has gradually faded away over time. It used to be full of love, joy, and unity. Now, it's just an event where people only show off their expensive clothes and family jewelry. But most of all, people only came here to maintain their connection to none other than Aroñes Fortalejo, a name that is often whispered in hushed...
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