Chapter 1: End of the world
The world 'Earth' fell nineteen years ago.
Apocalypse came. Not your typical slow-shuffling types. These were fast, smart, some even mutated into grotesque versions with monstrous appendages and abilities. Humanity's last hope was building underground cities and fortified shadowed bases.
Then in 15 years, Black Dawn came—the day the sun stopped being humanity's ally. On that day, a strange solar flare erupted, mutating light into something lethal. Anything exposed to direct sunlight turned to ash. Civilization fell in a week.
That worked for a while. Until it didn't.
Now, two teenagers—Hiroshi and Owen—were the only survivors of Base Delta, one of the last functioning safe zones in the region.
Smoke curled into the sky from the ruins behind them. The scent of burnt flesh and gunpowder choked the air. A horde of zombies had breached the walls while they were away on a supply mission. By the time they returned, it was too late.
Hiroshi stood still amid the chaos, eyes wide as he took in the destruction. Fires licked the broken buildings. Distant screams faded one by one.
"Is this seriously the end of the world...?" he muttered. "Damn it. I haven't even had a proper first kiss yet. Life's so damn unfair."
"HIROSHI, MOVE!" Owen roared, slamming into him.
Hiroshi stumbled, nearly face-planting, as Owen's bat intercepted a zombie mid-leap. The bat cracked the monster's jaw with a sickening crunch.
"Yo! Chill!" Hiroshi snapped, regaining balance. "You almost dislocated my jaw, you bastard!"