Bang!
The zombies walking along the wide road dropped dead, each with a hole in its head. They had been shot by Freyah's uncle, a former soldier.
"This place... nothing has changed much, huh?" Freyah said as she gazed at the vast rice fields. Beyond them stretched the Bohol Sea.
They were riding in the back of a small truck, while her uncles and father followed on motorcycles.
"You've only been away for two years, Ate. Of course, not much would change," Julie said. But she had no idea—none of them did—that Freyah had regressed through time.
"You're right," Freyah replied with a smile, taking in her surroundings. This was where she had grown up, studied, and graduated before leaving for Metro Manila, once believing in the naive dreams of youth—that city life would be more extravagant, more colorful, and that success awaited her there. Gwenette and Monica, her childhood friends, had followed her to Manila, chasing similar dreams.