From atop the cold turret of the M1 Abrams tank, Alexander surveyed the chaos before him with a gaze almost devoid of emotion. In the distance, at the foot of the Porong Prison wall, thousands of the undead were crushing each other, stepping on their comrades' heads, snapping their brothers' spines, just to climb one centimeter higher. To most, the sight was repulsive. A canvas of rotting flesh. But to Alexander, it was art. It was the manifestation of a persistence that living, breathing humans lacked. "Look at them," Alexander murmured, his voice nearly swallowed by the roar of war in the distance. "They don't hesitate. They don't fear. They have no ego. They are a single, unified purpose." A hot wind struck his pale face, carrying the metallic scent of blood so familiar. This scent... the smell of mass death... suddenly pulled a trigger inside his head. A memory he had buried under the ice of his heart for the past ye

The concrete dust billowing from the collapse of the East Wall wasn't just a gray cloud; it was the curtain rising on a massacre. As the dust particles began to settle, the first scream was heard. Not a scream of shock, but a scream of pure agony that split the afternoon air into shards of terror. "THEY'RE IN! RUN! GET THE KIDS TO THE GYM!" The shout came from Mr. Harun. The old mechanic stood trembling in front of his workshop, holding a large monkey wrench. Behind him, Lisa and the women from the laundry group ran in panic, dragging hysterically crying children. From the dust fog, hunched silhouettes emerged. Hunters. They didn't walk. They glided, moving like lizards accelerated ten times over, lunging into the open prison courtyard. Their red eyes glowed with hunger, targeting the slowest, weakest, most tender meat. A Hunter leaped on

The air inside the Porong Prison emergency clinic felt heavy, saturated with the metallic scent of fresh blood and the sharp smell of 70% alcohol. Under the fluorescent lights flickering from generator fluctuations, Cindy worked like a machine. Her blood-stained hands pressed on the chest of a young survivor who had just been hit by a stray arrow outside. "Hold it! Lisa, get the artery clamp! The bleeding won't stop!" Cindy shouted, sweat soaking her forehead. Lisa, the medical student acting as her assistant, ran frantically with an instrument tray. "Sis Cindy, we only have two rolls of sterile gauze left! Casualties keep coming!" "Use bed sheets if you have to! Tear their clothes! Don't let anyone die on my table!" Cindy ordered firmly. She was no longer the spoiled girl who cried on the ship. The apocalypse had forged her into an iron lady holding others' lives at her fingertips. In the corner of

The afternoon wind blowing through the central courtyard of Porong Prison no longer carried fresh air, but the metallic scent of blood and burnt ozone. Amidst concrete ruins and scattered corpses, three figures stood forming a triangle of tragedy. Satria stood tall, his breathing regular but heavy, his body enveloped in a reddish-gold aura from forced Overdrive. His eyes locked on Andy—the man who once shared instant noodles with him in a boarding room, the man who once laughed with him, now standing hunched like a mangy dog at Alexander’s feet. And there, in Andy’s grip, was Abigail. The girl, who used to be fashionable and cheerful, now looked pathetic. The silk dress given by Alexander was torn here and there, revealing pale skin covered in bruises. But the most shattered thing wasn't her body, but the look in her eyes when she saw who was holding her. "Andy..." Abigail whispered

Satria collapsed. His knees hit the asphalt, wet with his own blood, creating a heartbreaking thud. Alexander’s bone sword had pierced his stomach, burying itself deep. Alexander pulled the sword out with a cruel yank, making Satria stumble. Fresh blood sprayed violently from the gaping wounds in his waist and abdomen. [HP: 50/3000 (CRITICAL!)][Warning: Fatal Damage Received. Healing Required Immediately.][Yin Connection: Severed.] Satria fell to his knees, both hands clutching the wound in his stomach, trying to hold back the life flowing out of him. His vision blurred; the world spun uncontrollably. The pain was so intense, so total, that it shut down the sensors in his brain. Even his system screamed in despair. "HA HA HA HA HA!" Alexander’s laughter boomed, cutting through the silence that suddenly befell the battlefield. He stood over Satria, his