Rotten Corpses.

What is Happening?

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Danielle's Pov.

The day had just started, and the morning sun was only beginning to creep over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow on everything around us. The air was crisp and cool, a slight breeze rustling through the trees as Haerin and I walked side by side toward school. The streets were quiet, almost unnaturally so, with only the sound of our footsteps breaking the silence. It was strange—these moments of calm felt almost out of place in a world that had changed so drastically.

As we walked, I reached out and gently took Haerin’s hand. Her fingers were warm, soft, fitting perfectly in mine. We didn't say much, but we didn’t need to. There was something comforting in the simple act of holding hands, a quiet reassurance that we were in this together, no matter what. It felt peaceful, almost like the world had slowed down just for us, giving us a rare moment of stillness.

After a while, I broke the silence, my voice thoughtful. "I can't believe that an apocalypse started in 1559. Can you believe that, Haerin-ah?" I glanced at her, watching her face as she quietly took in my words.

She nodded, her expression calm and serene. Haerin was always like this—cool and composed, never one to panic or let fear get the best of her. Her quiet strength was something I admired, something I found myself leaning on more and more these days. I smiled to myself. She was cute when she was quiet, her eyes focused on the path ahead, her lips pressed into a small, thoughtful line.

The apocalypse… it was hard to wrap my mind around how long it had been since it started. The world had been falling apart for centuries, but for some reason, today it felt more real, more tangible. Maybe it was the way the streets seemed emptier than usual, or the way the distant horizon looked more desolate, but something in the air felt different.

— "Imagine living back then,"

I continued, my voice soft but filled with a sense of wonder.

— "In 1559, when it all began... I wonder what they thought, when the skies darkened, and everything started to change. How terrifying it must have been, seeing the world turn upside down for the first time."

Haerin's grip on my hand tightened slightly, and I glanced at her again. Her eyes were thoughtful, but there was a glint of understanding in them. She always understood, even without saying much. That was one of the things I loved about her—her quiet, unspoken empathy.

As we continued walking, I found myself imagining those early days of the apocalypse. The confusion, the fear, the overwhelming sense that the world as they knew it was crumbling beneath their feet. It must have felt like a nightmare, watching civilization fall, and knowing there was no way to stop it.

I glanced around at the quiet streets. Even now, all these years later, the scars of that ancient event still lingered. The remnants of a world that had once been bright and full of life were now faded, cracked, and broken. Yet, here we were, still holding on, still moving forward—together.

— "Do you ever wonder,"

I mused,

— "if they had moments like this? Quiet mornings where everything seemed… normal, even for just a little while?"

Haerin looked at me, her lips curling into a small smile, and she shook her head gently, as if amused by my thoughts. But I could tell she was thinking about it too. Her eyes, soft and reflective, were always full of things she never said aloud.

We walked in comfortable silence for a while longer, our steps steady, the world around us slowly waking up. Even in the midst of everything that had happened, there were still moments of peace—small, fleeting, but enough to remind us that not all was lost. Enough to make me believe that, despite the darkness that had fallen centuries ago, there was still light to be found. Even if it was just in the way Haerin held my hand, quietly, as we walked through the remnants of a broken world.