a big circle of friends who had been doing perfectly fine in their university, until one worse news happens around their town, school.. neck slashing.. dead bodies.. what is going on?! find out.
- plot, Zombie apocalypse.
If you asked me what happened in the past few days, I'd probably just stare at you, eyes hollow and unblinking, until you felt compelled to look away. There are no words left to explain it-no way to describe the madness that swallowed us whole.
By the time Haerin and I stumbled upon a "safe" spot, we had already adjusted to the strange, twisted environment that surrounded us. But even now, as I sit here in the dim light, I'm not entirely sure if anything about this place is truly safe. The air smells... wrong, like rotting earth and something far more sinister. There's a heavy silence that presses down on us, broken only by the occasional distant moan, or the rustle of something moving just beyond the shadows. The trees tower over us like skeletal giants, their twisted branches clawing at the sky as if trying to tear it open.
Our phones-completely dead. No signal. No hope. We're likely stranded somewhere deep in the middle of the woods, a place that doesn't exist on any map, a place that feels like it's alive, breathing around us. Every step we take feels like we're being watched. And maybe we are.
As we made our way here, we came across more of them. The zombies, if that's even what they are. Their skin stretched too tight over their bones, eyes cloudy and hungry. They're not just dead-they're wrong, like something pulled them back from death with violent, unnatural hands. We tried to avoid them, but they were everywhere, crawling out of the earth, lurching through the trees. There were moments I thought we wouldn't make it-moments where Haerin's terrified eyes locked with mine, and I saw the same thought reflected there: we're going to die out here.
Somehow, we didn't. But the close calls have left us both, haunted by the near misses. I can still feel the cold, clammy grip of one of them on my ankle, pulling me down into the dirt. Haerin had to tear it off me, and the sound of its snapping bones still echoes in my mind. We should have died more than once, and yet here we are-alive, if you can call this life.
And now, this place we found... it's not much better than being out there. The walls seem to move when you aren't looking, and sometimes the shadows shift, as though something is crawling just beneath the surface. We sleep in shifts, but sleep never comes easy. Every time I close my eyes, I hear them-the distant groans of the undead, creeping closer, waiting for their moment.
We've been here for hours, days, maybe more. Time feels slippery. We're not sure how long we'll last, but we're too scared to move, too terrified to stay.
I wonder how much of me will still be me when this is all over. If it ever is.
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The strange place we've been trapped in, with its hollow corridors that stretch into an oppressive darkness, feels as though it has never truly been alive, and yet something lingers-a presence, or perhaps just the weight of abandonment. The silence here isn't just quiet; it's suffocating, as if the walls themselves have forgotten how to echo. Every corner feels untouched, yet somehow watched, as if the loneliness has taken on a life of its own, creeping through the emptiness, wrapping itself around us, reminding us that this place was forsaken long before we arrived-and will remain forsaken long after we leave.
