ExoShaneey

Three years into the zombie apocalypse, the world had collapsed into chaos. Cities lay in ruins, overrun by the undead, while humanity teetered on the edge of extinction. Scientists, desperate to develop a cure, had nearly succeeded before their labs were infiltrated, leaving no hope for salvation. With no cure and dwindling survivors, the future seemed grim—until she appeared.

A lone woman immune to the virus emerged, defying the odds. Her arrival was as mysterious as her survival; she remembered nothing of her past, her mind a void. 

Whispers of salvation followed her, but her immunity raised as many questions as it did hopes. How had she survived? What made her different? These questions gnawed at her as much as the blankness of her own mind.

She wasn’t alone. A man, calling himself her boyfriend, stayed devotedly by her side, sharing tales of a life she couldn’t recall. His affection felt genuine, yet something about their connection seemed contrived, as though her existence had been carefully engineered. 

With fragments of her forgotten life and the weight of humanity’s survival on her shoulders, she set out to uncover the truth about her immunity, her forgotten past, and whether she was humanity’s last hope—or its next tragedy.

Out of the Ashes.

"H-How far is this manor, really?!" Hiroshi wheezed, his breath ragged as his legs threatened to give out beneath him. 


Victor didn't answer — not because he wanted to ignore him, but because his mind was working double time. 


His sharp eyes flitted across every cracked wall, every rusted sign, every crumbling alley they passed. His pulse thrummed steadily under the surface, but a different kind of tension prickled at the back of his neck. 


The map in his head aligned perfectly with their steps. He knew they were on the right track. Every turn, every landmark — he'd memorized it down to the finest detail. 


So why the hell did it feel like the whole damn city was gaslighting him? 


Beside him, Amanda's brows were furrowed deep — her gloved hand gripping the strap of her rifle like she was one second away from cocking it. 


"There's something wrong," she muttered. 


Rewritten City