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 tightened his grip on the steering wheel, eyes scanning the ruined highway ahead. The army vehicle rumbled forward, the weight of its cargo—guns, ammo, and supplies—pressing it down against the cracked asphalt. The radio message still echoed in his mind: a haven in Garden City, Kansas. A chance at something beyond survival.

A 32-hour drive stood between him and that promise.

New York City was a tomb. The once-bustling metropolis had long since crumbled under the weight of the mutant apocalypse. Skyscrapers stood in eerie silence, their glass shattered, their steel skeletons exposed. Burned-out vehicles clogged the roads, abandoned in the desperate days of the outbreak.

Ethan maneuvered carefully, avoiding wreckage and the occasional shambling mutant. He had one rule—never stop. Speed was his best defense. He checked the rearview mirror, scanning for movement, but for now, he was alone.

As he finally left the city limits, he exhaled, gripping the wheel tighter. The real journey had begun.

Hour 6-12: The Open Road is Never Safe

The highway stretched before him, littered with debris and overturned semi-trucks. He drove fast, keeping his rifle close, knowing that the deeper he went into abandoned America, the worse it would get.

Near the Pennsylvania border, he spotted a small group of survivors waving desperately. A part of him hesitated—hadn't he once wished for companionship? But he knew better. It could be a trap.

Still, he slowed down just enough to get a closer look. They weren't armed. Just scared. Before he could make a decision, a mutant burst from the treeline, tackling one of them. Screams filled the air as more mutants followed.

Ethan hit the gas. He couldn't afford to stop.

Darkness crept in, turning the landscape into an abyss. The headlights illuminated the road, but shadows played tricks on his mind. Every shape looked like a mutant, every movement a potential threat.

Fatigue set in, but he fought it off. He couldn't risk stopping, not even for a moment.

Then, in the distance, he saw a barricade—a makeshift roadblock of cars, with figures moving behind them. Bandits.

He killed the headlights and slowed the vehicle. Using the night as cover, he veered off the road, driving through an overgrown field, bypassing the blockade. As he passed, he heard gunfire—another unfortunate traveler had not been so lucky.

Dawn approached, and with it, new dangers. Somewhere in Missouri, Ethan stopped to refuel at an abandoned military checkpoint. He moved quickly, transferring gas from a rusted tanker into his vehicle's tank.

That's when he heard it—a low growl.

It shot out from behind the checkpoint, a blur of muscle and rage. Ethan barely had time to react. He dove into the vehicle as claws raked across his back. He twisted, pulling his pistol and firing twice. The first shot missed. The second caught it in the leg, slowing it just enough for him to slam the door shut and floor the gas pedal.

The mutant chased him for half a mile before finally falling behind.

The road signs finally read "Kansas." He was close.

But as he neared Garden City, the radio crackled again. "This is Haven Outpost. If you can hear this... we are under attack. Repeat: we are under attack."

Ethan's heart pounded. He pushed the vehicle to its limits.

Thirty-two hours had led him here. Now, the real fight was about to begin.

the long road