Karunezune

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In a world forever altered, a catastrophic event, known as the Rapture, tore apart the very fabric of society. Unaware of the impending disaster, Alexander Ponderosa found himself thrust into the heart of chaos while visiting Zamboanga.

From the depths of the Earth's fractured crust, legions of demons, monsters, and unimaginable horrors emerged, unleashing unrelenting terror upon humanity. The battle for survival began as civilization desperately fought against the encroaching darkness.

However, even the fortified Christian stronghold of Manila fell in the year 2030, succumbing to the overwhelming forces of damnation. Yet, amidst the ruins and despair, a glimmer of hope persisted.

Step into a world where shattered settlements cling to existence, their resilience a testament to the unyielding human spirit. Explore the harrowing tales of survivors who defy the odds, their determination and fortitude shining as beacons of light in a darkened realm.

Unearth the burning question that hangs heavily in the air: How long can they endure? Embark on a journey alongside these characters as they navigate treacherous landscapes, confront unimaginable horrors, and delve into the depths of their own humanity.

In this gripping narrative of resilience and redemption, the fate of humanity teeters on a precipice. Will these survivors muster the strength to reclaim their shattered world, or will they become mere relics of a bygone era?

Prepare yourself for an immersive and thrilling adventure in a post-Rapture landscape, where every choice carries weight, and every step could be your last. Welcome to a world where the fight for survival is only the beginning...

The World After Judgment Day

"Hey," a voice calls out, and I turn around to see a man. He's pretty average, except for the scars on his face and a missing right eye. Oddly enough, his remaining eye seems to exude some kind of aura.

I meet his gaze, focusing on his unique eye. "Who are you? Is there a problem?"

"Nothing really, just..." he trails off for a moment. "I have a question."

Gulping, he says, "My name is Ken... Ken Ponderosa."

I narrow my eyes when I hear his last name. We share the same last name, and there's an aura in his remaining eye.

Ken appears stressed, as if he's been through a rough patch lately. "I think we're related."

"I suppose Ponderosa isn't really a common last name," I remark, looking at him. One thing for sure, if it weren't for his scars and missing eye, he would closely resemble my father.