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 abandoned army camp, surrounded by crates of ammunition and weapons, his fingers tinkering with the old radio he had salvaged from a wrecked Humvee. For the past few days, he had been trying to get it to work, to find any signal, any sign that there were still people out there. After a year of surviving alone, hunting, fighting, and consuming mutants to grow stronger, he had almost convinced himself that the world was beyond saving.

He froze, eyes narrowing as a faint voice broke through the interference.

"…any survivors… Garden City, Kansas… safe zone established… defenses holding… supplies and shelter… if you can hear this, you are not alone."

Ethan's pulse quickened. A haven. A real, living settlement. It wasn't just a rumor or a desperate plea—this was an actual broadcast. Someone out there had built something, a place strong enough to withstand the horrors of this new world.

A quick mental calculation told him it was around a 32-hour drive from New York City—if he had a functioning vehicle and didn't run into trouble. But trouble was inevitable. The roads were bound to be littered with obstacles, rogue scavengers, and, worst of all, the mutants that roamed unchecked.

Still, it was hope. A chance to leave this nightmare behind.

The army motor pool was a goldmine. After a year of scavenging and fortifying his body, he knew exactly what he needed. He selected a reinforced military-grade vehicle, a heavy-duty Humvee with extra armor plating. More importantly, it had a full tank of gas and additional fuel cans secured in the back.

The camp's armory was overflowing with weapons. Crates of M4 carbines, shotguns, sniper rifles, grenades, RPGs, and stacks upon stacks of ammunition. Ethan wasn't one to hoard, but this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He packed the Humvee with as many supplies as possible—ammo belts slung over the seats, rifles lined up against the doors, handguns strapped to the dashboard, and explosives neatly stored in the reinforced trunk. Every inch of the vehicle was loaded for war.

By the time he was finished, the Humvee had become a rolling arsenal, a fortress on wheels.

Stepping back, he took a long breath, staring at his work. He was ready.

Or at least, as ready as anyone could be.

He climbed into the driver's seat, gripping the wheel. With a twist of the key, the engine roared to life, a deep, guttural sound that sent vibrations through the steel frame.

The journey ahead would be long. Dangerous. A road filled with uncertainty and death.

But for the first time in a year, Ethan had a destination. A purpose.

And God help anything that got in his way.

the journey to Haven