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Like every story, the rooftop of a school is a place of confession. It is the unspoken and unbroken rule. And anyone who thinks otherwise is thrown over its fence.

On a hot, windy day, Jin was minding his own business on the school’s rooftop when a rabbit imprinted on pink underwear suddenly blocked his view.

However, passed that unappealing undergarment is a strange woman of great beauty with a very cold set of silver eyes. And instead of a romantic confession, he received a piece of crazy information.

“The sun will soon be swallowed up by the darkness, and the world as we know it will be plunged into an eternal night. More than half of the world will be wiped out by the undead, and harsher and crueler rule will rise from their ashes.

The Gods are dead. The lands are shattered, and the world will begin to forget what it once was. Time and distance will lose their meaning and the knowledge of how things will crumble into ashes.

Those who struggle to survive in a shattered world must overcome decay and rot that eats at memories and thrusts people into nightmarish abominations and will bring each other face to face with cosmic horrors and – worst of all – their own personal demons.

“Jin, will you face this apocalypse together with me and live . . . or choose otherwise and die.”

“. . .”

“Your choice?”

REBIRTH in other Dimensions

HIATUS!

In the heart of the desolate mall, a sense of dread hung heavily in the air, mingling with the musty scent of abandoned storefronts and the faint traces of old fast food aromas.

Kelly and a group of survivors found themselves huddled together in a hardware store, seeking refuge from the relentless onslaught of the undead that now roamed the once-bustling corridors.

The store's chain-link gates, normally used to secure the premises during the night, were now the sole barrier between the survivors and the ravenous horde that pressed against them.

Each link in the chain was a fragile defense against the relentless force of the undead. The groans and guttural moans of the zombies echoed throughout the mall, an eerie symphony that served as a constant reminder of the peril they faced.

The Hardware