monkeymagicboy

In the year 2025, the world changed forever. Without warning, massive sinkholes tore open the earth in the heart of major cities across the globe. From the unfathomable darkness below, nightmarish creatures emerged—zombies, ghouls, twisted abominations of flesh, and horrors beyond human comprehension. They devoured, they infected, they transformed. The streets ran red as civilization crumbled overnight.

Governments fell, military forces were overwhelmed, and soon, the world belonged to the monsters. Those who survived the first wave were left with a grim choice: fight, run, or become one of them.

As society collapses and humanity teeters on the brink of extinction, scattered survivors must navigate a new world where the laws of nature have been rewritten. But as the sinkholes continue to spread, whispers of something even worse lurking beneath begin to surface.

This is not the end of the world.
This is the beginning of something new.

the end is a new

The mutant staggered back, black ichor leaking from its wounds. Ethan didn't let up.

With a final, brutal thrust, he drove both knives into its chest.

Its grotesque mouth opened in a silent scream, body twitching as if trying to resist death itself. But it was over.

Ethan exhaled, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His arms ached, his body burned, and his mind screamed for him to rest.

But then—something strange happened.

A small, dark sphere rolled out from the mutant's body, stopping just inches from Ethan's boot.

Before he could react, the sphere cracked.

A low, inhuman whisper echoed from within.

A horrifying, ear-piercing scream tore through the night, loud enough to rattle Ethan's skull. He clutched his ears, staggering back.

The sound was unnatural, something that wasn't meant to exist in this world.

A chorus of shrieks, growls, and roars erupted from every direction.

He turned toward the edge of the rooftop—and his blood ran cold.

From the ruins of New York, from the shadows of broken buildings, from the depths of the city's gaping sinkholes—

All rushing toward his location, their glowing eyes locking onto him.

Ethan's mind raced. No guns. No backup. No way to fight them all.

His eyes darted across the rooftop. There had to be an escape route.

Then he saw it—a fire escape on the side of the parking garage.

He sprinted toward it, vaulting over debris and sliding down the first ladder. The metal groaned under his weight.

He hit the second platform and jumped onto a neighboring building's rooftop.

The mutants were already climbing up the walls, crawling like insects.

Ethan didn't look back. He just kept running.

The city was no longer just a battlefield.

the screech that summoned death