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

Ethan sat in the dim light of his makeshift shelter, staring at the dwindling rations laid out before him. One week's worth of food left. That was all.

Two months had passed since he'd locked himself inside this underground storage facility. Two months of waiting, watching, and listening to the horrors outside. His wounds had healed, his body had recovered, but now a new problem loomed over him.

If he didn't find more supplies soon, he'd starve.

Ethan exhaled sharply and stood up, cracking his stiff joints. It was time to move.

First, he checked his weapons. His rifle was in good condition, his shotgun was loaded, and his hunting knives were sharpened. He had ammunition, but not enough to waste.

His truck was another concern. The gas tank was still half full, but he hadn't turned the engine on in weeks. If something had messed with the fuel or battery, he'd be stranded.

He threw on his gear—a sturdy jacket, a backpack for supplies, and a reinforced belt to carry extra ammo.

Through a small crack, he listened.

That didn't mean the city was safe. It just meant the monsters were waiting.

Ethan unbolted the door, shotgun raised, and stepped outside.

The air smelled of rot and decay. The streets were eerily quiet, the remains of civilization still scattered across the ruined landscape. Cars sat abandoned, buildings crumbled, and the shadows stretched unnaturally under the broken skyline.

He moved cautiously, sticking close to the walls, avoiding open areas.

His first target was a small grocery store a few blocks away. It wasn't far, but even a short trip could mean death if he wasn't careful.

A single mutant stood in the distance.

It was hunched over a corpse, tearing into it with slow, deliberate movements. Its body was twisted—a mess of muscle and exposed bone.

He didn't need a fight. He just needed supplies.

Moving quietly, he slipped into a nearby alley, avoiding the creature's guarding

When he reached the store, he found the doors shattered. Glass littered the entrance, and inside was darkness.

He stepped in cautiously, knife in hand.

The shelves were mostly empty—looted long ago. But he wasn't looking for obvious supplies. He checked behind the counters, in storage rooms, under shelves.

He found a few canned goods. A couple of water bottles.

Slowly, he backed away, pressing himself behind a shelf. A shadow moved in the aisles.

His grip on the knife tightened as he prepared for a fight.

scavenge for food