"What are those, zombies?" How fascinating yet concerning it is to find a young kid to ask such an interesting and frightening question. They wouldn't mind it if refers to a certain movie, but a question that relates to reality? Oh, that's sick. "I wish they were, you see, zombies were easier to kill, but these bastards run like humans, think like us, and..." The man with long hair and heterochromia rests his gun beside him. "And?" she asked. Her voice was filled with fear and anticipation, holding her favorite teddy bear. Her eyes widened in amusement as the guy pointed his gun towards her. "And even act like one," With that, he shot her on her head, her lifeless body hits the floor covered with her blood that is as dark as their souls, if they still have one to begin with. She was one of them, it was good he killed her before she kills everyone in that room. "You're one of them," The guy turned to face the woman that approached him. "No need to emphasize, I am aware, you're no different." he answers back. Trust, something that the world lacks. How can you possibly trust someone if you don't even trust yourself in the first place? Two people, different goals, One to find her brother, The other was to find an answer, but both walking on the same cliff of hell. If you see them, those who looks pretty normal, but eats and kill, those who runs like a living corpse. Run... Run like your life depends on it, Cause it does, But, what's scarier... The bots? The Cyber-Humans? The psychos amid apocalypse? A guy who called himself 'Zero'? Or the woman whose name is 'Ray'? - [Don't read the EPILOGUE if you don't want spoilers!] [ You have my word, this story is a rollercoaster ride of emotion with heavy scenes, I swear I made sure all chapters are worth it, I won't waste your time, enjoy yourself. ] @ekks

Mathara is a mold of a lethal force, honed to embody the epitome of heartlessness. But what if she woke up with no memory, free from the shackles of her merciless past? What if the serial killer finds a glimmer of humanity in her making her heart beat like any other human? Will she be able to redefine her existence? Or will the scents of her dirt linger into her present dragging her back to darkness?

"Maybe that's why we were never meant to exist without each other because even fire needs water to calm its rage, and water needs fire to remember warmth." Hestia Esmeralda Ranco [Completed]