Prolog

Have you ever wondering about your own existence in this cramped world ? for what purpose you lived, or what role you own in this society ?

Yes ?

Or no ?

Do you want to be rich and be drowned on the mountain of golds ?

Do you want to be the smartest person who earns living by producing newest technology ?

Or living in the daydream, with all the pluff to offer you a comfortable journey ?

As for me...

Once I want to live as a singer who sang until her throat coughing of bloods but never fail to entraps anyone who heard it. Then, i want to become an office worker who trapped in monotonous daily. Heards all the curses but bear with all my might.

Sometimes, became someone who helped other such as Doctor, and any public service that all we know off.

Oh... and become a rich heiress from a well-known family that i could leech from it. Truthfully saying, I never know what i want to be in the future, my parents told me this and that...

so I followed them.

Blindly...

But, I blend in just fine inside that murky water. Unbothered, I've had long known the reasons to my passive attitude.

It's just that I've only been continuing my life in a way i'm capable of.

People often told me that i'm insensitive, and yet i know that they were just being emotional.

I'm a good girl, good enough as a neighboor next door that you wants to know or the ones you hate.

Although, sometimes i feel disconnected with everyone around me. Like when i was too absorbed in reading those childish fantasy like a madman.

I'm fine...

Really.

For long i thought my stable life will flow like a tranquil river. Steady like a fleeting times and last until i've grown older.

Yet ... a mind-blowing event or crazy-shit like horror games rendered in that peacefull life. A dose of adrenalin to jump straight into living hell, for all i care everyone had it same.

Its exactly in a sunny afternoon, when people get off from ther workplaced and the sun sunk in hiding.

A virus outbreak occurrred, and a deadly ones at that.

Its a words often used inside the biochemicals thriller themes movie, one of my favorites.

Witnessing the real thing in person and from behind the fictional film felt different. Happened near my district houses, where people gathered in crowd because of advertisement district for every eyes could see.

The first case, was a man bitting a passerby in zebra cross. He looks mad, crazed with reddened eyes, almost rabid, then forcibly detained by the police for assaulting civilians. The victim taken in by a hospital for the grave wounds he sustained.

I heard that his conditions deteriorated, the reporter reporting the news just as usual. Then things began took the strange shift too fast, two news came at the same time. Ones came strong with title 'the police public detention center is in chaos' and the other ones proudly in more grave situation. It says 'The patients start attacking people in frenzy'.

It all happened in the morning.

I brushed it of as usual, and still goes to work like everyone else.

New recruit, in its internship with freshly graduate collage student in my twenty four years old.

Everybody thought the case wasnt anything major, just a reminder to be careful on their way.

Only in that afternoon, when i bought a cup of Vanilla Latte from my favorite cafe for my daily dose of caffeine. A song from the famous female singer who wins this years award loudly drumming on my ears and webnovel that published everyday as my entertainment.

Enjoying my rest time...

The world shaken in fear.

The assaulted victim from the two incidents let loose and attack those who was around them.

The next victim was repeating the same pattern, instinctively.

Worst...

Not all of them get caught, and by the noon will soon changed into night.

Everyone ran in madness.

That's when reality hit me hard behind my back.

The disaster that eventually people who survived labelled them as 'humanity dooms day' or 'extinction of humanity' will remains as the most cruel tale for the next generation.

Scattered blood, flesh, and cries could be hear from all directions. Intermixing with the hungry howl from the madman in human skin.

They feast on the living, and run after it as if catching discount-ed food.

A non living organism that capable to attack human on instinct, they didn't talk or capable to think.

As we already know, people do fears the unknown. We start to hide from them and build our own haven.

Thus... Humanity leash their own survival instinct, reign by the strongest we take our turn to become a hunter not something to be preyed on.

I remembered what it feels like when ending ones live for the first time.

I spewed out all of my entrails, I guess my symphaty still there.

You see... I've told you, I'm a good little girl.

Sweet adult in their youth, fresh out from the oven. Ready to tear and stuffed. I had to do it, better for being fucked without self-defense. I killed both human and the thing we called walkers. Dirtying my hands like everyone else.

After all, who doesnt get dirty in this ruined world ?

By the time passed, one... two... three... or more month passed, killing the walkers became survivalist routine until another problem arose. The ugly truth behind the living, betrayal, human greeds and desires came to see the light.

Innately, people had their one ugliness. Our civilization had that seeds, controlled by the thing called morals and the dooms just bait every each one human desire or itself shows. The law of the jungle, justifies the weak to be trampled early on. Of course, in a world without rules we can see dog fight often happens except for only the most crafty, cunning, strong, and useful people could keep on living.

Its always a nice thing to see a good people who hasn't lose their humanity, I'm feeling grateful and pitied them.

"Just F*cking Die!!" I shouted, mad with rage.

Funnily enough, at this time I recalled all the events above like a slow movie. Reminiscing the past two years on her way hunting food supply. Just like what the divided scouting always do.

But truth does tasted more bitter and painful, even the smelly odor from a rotten teeth digging its own way to my own flesh didn't hurt. The betrayal made me numb, even when the walkers feast on my living body.

They were deliberately doing this to me.

Holding on to the hated that growing fast, I hold the gun with all the resentments hoping they would die. I shot their conneting bridge, making loud sounds from it.

Calling more walkers to come.

Its fine...

They're all the same...

They're all going to die...

How likely are they going to survive ?

I'm throwing them straight into horde of walkers, like me.

I could see how their struggles from the walkers, one of them fall pathetically like a bitch.

Its a shame, that I couldn't enjoy their death to the fullest.

While the numbing pain came back makes me laugh crazily.

The light fades out from my eyes, I cant see but only darkness surrounding me. The heart that stops beating altogether, coldness which seeped in me felt like a burning woods.

Bubbling like a can of sodas that i drank long ago, along with the taste of fried chicken from the street food stale.

Delivering me into the dream land, not the dead land but ones which filled with all the living being.

"Wake Up!"