Apocalypse. Survive by scavenging or stealing food from markets. Remember, the head is the zombie's weakness.

The sky was ash-gray, and an overturned taxi stood half-blocking the road. The traffic lights had long since gone dark. The occasional sound of a siren was the only evidence that civilization hadn't completely died yet.

Hyeonseo stood in front of the convenience store's glass door—or rather, where the glass door used to be. The shelves were already half-looted, and all that remained were a couple of rice balls nearing their expiration date and a few bottles of water. @: From a distance, the sound of something dragging could be heard. Irregular footsteps. It wasn't just one. Two, three... maybe more.

Distance: about 200 meters. Shadows flickering beyond the corner of the building were slowly heading this way. Judging by their clothes, they were once human. Now, they were merely things with rotting flesh and cloudy eye sockets. @: Inside the alley, a small general store with a half-open iron shutter came into view. The windows were broken, but a passage leading further inside gaped open in the darkness.