เข้าสู่ระบบThe mirror in front of me reflected the same fear in Trixie's eyes when I left her behind the booth. I turned on the faucet and let the cold water cascade over my skin. I tried so hard to scrub away the filth and blood that clung to me. Despite my efforts, I still couldn't get rid of the guilt that had settled deep within me.
thud-thud-thud I honed in on the thumping sound from the girl's restroom. I thought about Trixie, about how she had been mauled by a zombie. I thought about Shae, about how she had become one of them. Their desperate cries for help echoed in my mind. It was a haunting reminder of what I had done. In my whole life, everyone has been waiting for me to slip up. This night was supposed to be me breaking free from their expectations. I can't believe I made another mistake. If only I had never suggested to escape the gathering, they would still be alive. But, now they're gone and I had to live with the fact that I'm the reason why they're dead. Panic gripped me, squeezing the air out of my heart and lungs. It felt like drowning in a sea. It is too much to bear. Suddenly, the lights flickered for a moment and then went out completely, plunging the bathroom into darkness. I fumbled back for the faucet, trying to find something to hold onto. After what seemed like an eternity, the lights flickered back on. I turned around, expecting to see the empty restroom once again, but instead, I saw Trixie and Shae standing behind me. They are covered in gore and their eyes are lifeless and hollow. The two figures took a step closer, their movements slow and jerky. I tried to step backward, but I tripped over my own feet and fell to the ground. I can't move, can't breathe, and can't stop crying. I curled up in a ball underneath the faucet, trying to hide from the horror that was unfolding before me. As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, a gentle and steady drumbeat began to swell. In twilight's hush, where the morning mist rise Lies upon a delicate paradise Among the ancient pines, Where the roots of old and new intertwine The figures disappeared and the restroom was once again empty. My curiosity got the best of me, so I followed the source of the music as if nothing malevolent just happened. The sound seemed to come from inside the convenience store. I cautiously stepped inside and scanned the area for any signs of danger. From the ashes of our past, we rose With every step, forging a bond so strong, In Alatus, a new chapter we chose To this evergreen home, our hearts belong As I moved deeper into the store, the hymn grew louder. It had a pace that encouraged movement without feeling rushed, making its melody rise and fall in a way that felt like a celebration. Finally, I came across a portable hologram projector sitting on the cashier's counter. The projector displays a holographic image of the district's logo. When the hymn ended, my father pops up. "Attention to all citizens of Alatus District! This is Vice Mayor Aroñes Fortalejo with an urgent announcement," he said. The sound of his voice filled the air. A sense of relief washed over me, knowing that he was safe. I'm glad nothing bad happened to him. "Approximately half an hour ago, a series of explosions devastated the outskirts of our community. I regret to inform you that the rumors of a zombie outbreak in our region are, in fact, true. The undead have been spotted at the Night Cirque and the Alatus District Hospital, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake." My brows scrunched in confusion as his words sank in. My thoughts immediately turned to the raging creatures I had encountered on my way here. Their blank eyes and tainted blood flashed in my mind. Does that mean they are already spreading around the other regions of the Maharlikan Republic? Are they the reason why the communication servers are down? "On behalf of the entire Alatus District administration, I offer our deepest condolences to those who have lost loved ones during this crisis." he momentarily paused. The camera pans to other officials who are all facing down. "As we work tirelessly to contain this crisis, I urge all citizens within the district borders to exercise extreme caution. For your safety, please make your way to the Alatus District Hall as soon as possible. Here, you will find food, water, and a haven from the undead threat." Then, the hologram flashed what was happening right now at the district hall. There were loads of volunteers and refugees outside the building. I spotted my mother as one of the volunteers which made me tick out another worry in my mind. I'm really glad she's safe too. "Our top priority is your safety and know that we are doing everything in our power to protect you and keep our community safe. Stay vigilant, stay strong, and may the gods protect us all." The marching beat started to swell again and that sound may have irritated Shae because the light taps she's making earlier became harder. And before I could react and check the door, she already bolted out of the restroom. I cussed as soon as I saw her running towards me. She already has blank eyes and a droopy mouth like the others. The only distinct feature from her is the bite mark on her left cheek. The exposed insides of her mouth leaked the familiar black substance all over her dress. I immediately took the portable hologram and went out of the store in an attempt to run away from her. Shae gripped my arms from behind, her cold fingers digging into my skin. I shouted her name, hoping to snap her out. She released a guttural growl, her eyes devoid of the warmth I had cherished for years. I could barely recognize her; the girl who had once laughed beside me during family reunions—who had comforted me during my darkest days, was now a hollow shell, driven by insatiable hunger. With a kick, I sent her sprawling to the ground. The sound of her body hitting the concrete echoed in my ears like a death knell. “Please, Shae!” I pleaded, my voice trembling. But now, as she struggled to rise, I felt my heart shatter at the sight of her twisted form. In that moment, memories flooded back—our first get-together as children, where we discovered our shared love for stargazing. I could still hear our youthful voices whispering dreams under the night sky, feeling invincible together. She stumbled forward again, and instinct took over. I fought back fiercely, dodging her attacks as flashes of our hiking adventures flickered through my mind—those carefree days spent exploring trails and sharing secrets amidst the trees. With each strike I dodged, I remembered how she had always encouraged me to embrace my emotions instead of retreating into my mind. “You can’t hide forever,” she would say with that infectious smile of hers. Just as I felt my strength waning against her relentless assault, three sharp gunshots rang out. Shae staggered back before she collapsed in a heap. I stood frozen, breathless, staring at her still form. I fell to my knees beside her lifeless body. “Shae…” I choked out. The black blood pooling around her was a stark reminder of what had been lost. Another figure appeared in front of me so I raised my head. She looked at me, full of concern. My body went numb as another long-forgotten memories came rushing in to my mind. A mixture of joy and sadness prevailed in my heart. I don't know how she ended up here after all those years of not showing up. I approached Caite and for the first time in a long time, I gave her a firm hug.The nets never behaved, and Rylan was pretty sure they hated him personally. The salvaged wires curled against his fingers, scraping skin, biting at his nails every time he tugged them through the makeshift frame. He groaned loudly and shot a look at the two people on either side of him. His grandfather, tatay Samson, just chuckled. His sound was low and warm just like the sea he never shut up about. Born in 2018, before the great flood sunk up most of the regions in the ancient Philippines, before the wars, the bombs, and the creepers, he carried the ocean in the way he talked and the way his eyes softened whenever he glanced at the horizon. His hands moved with easy certainty, looping and pulling the wire as if it were gentle rope instead of scavenged metal. Nanay Irene, Ry's grandmother, sat across from them, brow furrowed, lips moving in quiet prayer as she tied knot after knot. She prayed for strong nets, safe tides, no storms, and—Ry suspected—for all of them to stop doing s
A week had passed since Caite's reveal. The boat in the yard had grown taller, wider, each plank a reminder that we were building more than wood. But the night made the unfinished skeleton of the boat look fragile, almost laughable. Shadows pooled beneath it, uneven and restless. Most of the kids had retreated to the gym or tents. As for me, I couldn't stay still. I needed to move, needed to occupy my mind before it unraveled entirely. Guard duty, I told myself. That was reason enough.A voice drifted across the courtyard—soft, almost lost in the wind. It made the hairs on my neck stand. Hesitating only for a second, I followed it. Each step was careful, measured, my ears scanning the empty campus.He was on the rooftop. Keilser. He wasn't aware—or maybe he was pretending not to be—that I was watching. The sound wasn't polished, wasn't meant for anyone but him. It was a hollow, quivering thing, carrying the weight of something I didn't know I'd missed until this moment.I didn't spe
The wasteland stretched open in every direction, flat and dead, but our hover scooters carved little pulses of life into it. Ian and Keilser rode ahead, and honestly, I didn't expect them to be that good. Ian moved like she'd studied the scooters' physics before mounting one. Keilser, on the other hand, was the opposite. Wild. Reckless. His scooter swerved in tight, masterful arcs like he was dancing with the road, every tilt a dare to gravity.Caite shifted behind me, her fingers hooked just above my ribs, the heat of her palms seeping through my jacket whenever my balance wobbled, which—fine—was more often than I wanted to admit. The scooters glided an inch above the cracked pavement, but every so often the engines hiccuped when we passed over scorched metal or deep fissures left by the bombings.Earlier, before we even mounted the damn things, we actually argued about this.Ian had unfolded the scooters like she was presenting sacred relics."We'll move faster," she said. "We cut
JANEIf the heart of the city was supposed to beat, this one had already drowned.The old woman ladled watery soup into the bowls and cups. She had a slight limp but moved like someone who'd mastered the art of pretending she was fine. "Sip this," she said, smiling as if trying to warm me with her face alone. She thrusted one of the cups gently into my cold hands. "You look like you haven't rested in weeks."I didn't have the energy to lie. I nodded and drank. It tasted like boiled water that had briefly met a vegetable then immediately parted ways.She sat beside me and her eyes softened. "Do you... have family?" she asked.The question hit harder than the soup."They're gone," I answered. "All of them."Her smile faltered as if something in her chest collapsed."No child survives out there anymore..." she whispered, almost to herself.I lowered my gaze, but inside me something twisted, a raw ache protesting against her certainty. We survived. We found people. We found them.But no
Climbing up to the surface was not an easy task. The tunnels lay more than six feet under, and the collapsed ground was steep and slick with mud. We slipped a dozen times before we could drag ourselves up to the surface.What made it worse was where we ended up. We tried so hard to avoid the heart of the city yet here we are staring at what was left of it like a bunch of idiots.No creepers lurked here though. Most had already been botched, decapitated, or squashed by the debris.Lexi swore to us no military would ever find us either. She said after the military obliterated the city with atomic bombs and destroyed the bridge, most of them marched to the highlands, which meant the barricade we were bracing for wasn't even here. The pile of questions surged over my mind. Each of them was sharp enough to hammer the back of my skull. Then, a sudden pang twisted deep in my chest the moment Tito Weston's face flickered in my memory. I remember how he had given up and chose to stay in the h
An unbearable stench flooded the corridor. As the creepers surged closer, howling groans escaped from their mouths. Their faces twisted, jaws swung wide, eyes were blank, and any living prey could feel their hunger. They were using their full capacities. No bones or guts jutting out at any angles. No missing limbs like the creatures outside. They moved faster. Stronger. More dangerous.Erratic paces reverberated throughout the corridor as their flesh-peeling arms attempted to snag us. Every slap of our footsteps hammered at my eardrums. My chest shrank with each desperate gulp of air. My fingers curled into sweaty fists, swinging forward as if it would make me faster. Keilser, beside me, shouted something, but the roar of my heart drowned it out.I crashed against the door of the Head Priest’s office. I shove it shut, but a mottled arm wedged through. Keilser slammed into the creeper, boot meeting flesh, and together we wrestled the door closed. We gazed at each other. Then, our hands





