I've been tracing my steps back to when I could have change the fate. When I had the chance to amend for my mistakes. That faithful day that'll be burned deep into the history now, whose reminiscence is forever to be felt in the future.

They say it was because of our greediness, because humans became more selfish and egoistic. They wanted way more then they could protect, that they ended up destroying everything.

Some more dedicated group claimed that is was because of our sins. We violated the God's will and drenched this pure world into loathe, hunger and devastation only to bring God's furry upon us –– No matter what the reason, we were the cause.

It started off as a gossip at first, people were afraid to talk about it and media was silenced by the higher-ups. So there was no rigid source but then THEY started to appear on the surface. That was when the conflict broke out.

No one was safe. Every one was a victim yet every one was the offender. Trust and reliance became a fantasy. This insecurity brought uneasiness which gradually turned into hatred. Soon it became 'every man for himself'. That was just the beginning of the real hell.

People started slaughtering one another, hanging to infinitesimal hope of their lives. And when gore and violence wasn't enough, the Government finally decided to step in. They realized that it was already too late to revert the loss now so they had to take more drastic measures. Immediately, after ceiling the area, they send in the drones –– Living or the Undead they all were flatten to one fate. But that wasn't the end of it, as they believed.

Back then I used to believe even if I turned into THOSE empty flesh eating shells, as long as I have my family, guarding my existence –– I'll be satisfied... But fate had it in something way different for me.

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