One day, a strange incident occurred in India.

The dead rose again.

At first, people thought it was a simple accident. Some said it was drug-induced hallucinations, others said it was the work of a madman. But before long, similar incidents began to occur simultaneously in various regions.

The dead were no longer human.

Their skin was pale and twisted, and their eyes flickered without focus. They charged without hesitation upon discovering a living person, and those bitten soon turned into the same beings.

And they looked all too much like the creatures people only saw in movies.

Zombies.

When that word first appeared in the news, people laughed.

"It must be fake news."

"Where would something like that exist in this day and age?"

"Stop watching so many movies."

People mocked and argued with each other on the internet. Some posted videos they filmed themselves, while others countered that they were fabricated.

But the time for laughing and chatting didn't last long.

Because the incidents increased too rapidly.

Cities across India were paralyzed in an instant, and the government began to control the movement of people. Airports were closed and borders were sealed.

But it was already too late.

The infected were spreading all over the world through planes, ships, and numerous means of transportation.

When one nation fell, another prepared, and when that one fell, yet another prepared.

But no matter how much they tried to block it, zombies kept appearing.

And eventually.

The first infected person was discovered in Korea.

From 그날 on, the world changed completely.

Cities were no longer spaces for people to live.

Roads where countless people once traveled were tangled with abandoned cars, and the shelves of convenience stores and supermarkets went empty. When night fell, only the faint light leaking from burning buildings illuminated the streets instead of streetlights.

Communication gradually cut off, and electricity came in irregularly.

And people had to choose in order to survive.

Some took in other survivors.

Even if food was scarce, they shared, treated the injured, and took turns monitoring the surroundings every night.

But not everyone was so kind.

Some killed other survivors to steal their food.

There were cases where trusted colleagues stole supplies and fled in the middle of the night, and cases where people who promised to survive together threw others as bait for their own lives.

Betrayal and murder.

Cooperation and sacrifice.

Hope and despair.

In a perishing world, people were surviving in their own different ways.

Seven years passed like that.

And there was a woman there.

Her name is Andrew.

She was a little different from other survivors.

She wasn't scared just because zombies appeared, and she didn't easily back down just because a place was dangerous.

Rather, she enjoyed roaming through abandoned buildings and deserted cities full of zombies.

She searched through old buildings, found discarded items, and skillfully handled zombie swarms when she encountered them.

And after finishing everything, she would climb to the top of a tall building and look out at the empty city.

A place where countless people used to live.

Now, a place where only zombies and ruins remain.

Nevertheless, Andrew smiled.

Because she thought that just because the world was ruined didn't mean her life was over.

To someone, this world was hell.

To someone else, it was a battlefield for survival.

But to Andrew— It was a world where there was still something left to enjoy.

She put on her backpack and opened the bunker door today as well.

From outside, the faint cries of zombies could be heard.

Andrew looked outside for a moment and then grinned.

"Where should I go today?"

And she walked into the ruined city as if it were nothing.