Shae Harris woke up in the clinic, completely alone.
She rose from the bloodstained floor, surrounded by corpses.
The nurse she had kindly tried to warn earlier was now dead, her white lab coat soaked in blood.
That's when Shae noticed something strange—she could stand.
Normally, her body would be overwhelmed with pain, but now she felt... fine.
She took a tentative step. Her movements were stiff, not fluid.
Okay, so she wasn't fully healed. But stiffness was better than nothing.
She turned to the window and stared at the blood-red moon and sun hanging ominously in the sky.
Her gaze lowered to the zombies shuffling aimlessly below.
A crazed smile bloomed on her face.
Excited, she stuffed her game console into her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and stepped out of the clinic.
At the entrance, a zombie stumbled nearby.
It paused, growled, and turned toward her.
She smiled back.
Then it charged.
Her smile turned ferocious.
Her green eyes gleamed, now tinted with crimson.
She fought with nothing but the desire to slaughter.
More zombies arrived—but so did Ming Jun, who intercepted one just before it reached her.
Soon, Mori Aoi and Wei Zhi arrived at the scene.
Both froze in fear at the foot of the steps.
They wanted to run, but fear held them in place.
Ming Jun, however, seemed... delighted.
His short, stocky body suddenly moved with unnatural speed.
He dodged the zombie's attack, grabbed its head, and slammed it to the ground.
Again. And again.
Until the skull shattered into brain and blood.
His clothes were drenched in gore. Blood dripped from his hands.
The sight seemed to excite him further.
He charged into the fray, tearing through zombie limbs while evading blows with terrifying precision.
He didn't look human anymore. He looked like a monster—worse than the zombies he fought.
But he wasn't alone.
Shae Harris looked even more deranged. Her brutality surpassed his.
Unlike Ming Jun, she didn't dodge—she met attacks head-on.
Each bite she took was returned with a crushed skull.
Their violent frenzy eventually drew all the zombies on the school grounds.
These weren't the slow, dim-witted zombies of fiction. Their hearing was sharp.
Some bypassed the two berserk fighters and headed toward the frozen pair on the steps.
Wei Zhi watched one approach, trembling.
His eyes turned blood-red.
"Hehe," he giggled eerily.
Then he grabbed the zombie's face and crushed its skull with his left hand,
tossing the body into the oncoming horde.
Without hesitation, he leapt into battle—ripping through undead with limbs as weapons.
Mori Aoi, watching Wei Zhi transform, snapped.
Her fear melted into madness.
She ripped a heart from one zombie and shoved it down another's gaping mouth.
She kicked a third zombie into a charging group, using its body as a shield.
Then she sprinted into the chaos.
As she passed a classroom, she didn't notice Noi Karn watching.
Noi had woken around the same time as the others.
But his shock wasn't from the bloodshed.
It was from what he saw.
Shapes.
Not sight—just shapes in the darkness.
For the first time in five years, he could distinguish outlines.
It was like everything was covered in black paint, but objects had form.
It's could be described as splashing your whole world in black
You can see everything but there's no color left
He wanted solid proof to assure himself that something this absurd could happen
He touched his face. No glasses.
But his headphones were still around his neck.
On a desk, he saw something: round frames with thin rectangular stems. His glasses.
He picked them up—cracked, but real.
It wasn't a hallucination.
He could "see." Not color, not light—just form.
For the first time in a very long time, he could "see"
And now he didn't need these stupid glasses
But he still kept them in his pocket
He still hasn't forgotten a the Noi family yet
He was distracted in his thoughts about revenge by a human form passing by the classroom
It shape resembled that of a female and the speed at which she left indicated that she was in a hurry
He remembered the zombies and stepped out—just in case she was running from one.
That's when he saw the carnage.
He couldn't make sense of it, but the thick smell of blood filled the air.
He guessed they were fighting.
He turned to retreat, but fate had other plans.
A stray zombie lunged toward him.
It had spotted the weakest among them.
Mori Aoi hadn't noticed the zombie slipping past her
The only thing on her mind was to slaughter the one infront of her and go for the next
Something changed.
Noi's dull silver eyes flickered red.
He grabbed a nearby desk and slammed it into the zombie's head.
Then he swung a chair around, smashing skulls.
That's how the five of them began their berserk parade of bloodthirsty slaughter.
Each of them fought with superhuman strength.
Each behaved unlike their normal selves.
Shae, the terminally ill.
Ming Jun with low self esteem.
Wei Zhi, the coward.
Mori Aoi, the weak
Noi Karn, the blind.
All of them were weak once. But now?
Now they crushed zombies like paper dolls.
It was like a completely different person had taken over their bodies
And turned them into demons of slaughter
Subconsciously, they began to move toward the school gate.
Their minds, lost to instinct, clung to their original goal: escape.
The killing was just a bonus.
They weren't aware of what they had become.
If they saw themselves now, they wouldn't recognize the monsters they'd turned into.
The school had no vehicles—just dorms, staff quarters, a sports hall, canteen, and a student recreational building.
Zombies lurked in all those places.
The five held their ground because they fought smart—but even they would be overwhelmed soon.
Despite the bloodthirsty glint in their eyes, their tactics shifted.
They stopped attacking and focused on survival.
No more mindless engagement. Now, they ran.
They spread out, breaking formation to reduce zombie clustering.
This tactic worked.
They escaped the school and ran into the streets.
They reached the first building they saw—not to enter, but to climb.
It was three floors high. The windows were open.
They accelerated once more and made sure to create a gap between the two sides
With their enhanced strength, they ascended easily.
On the roof, they looked down at the growling zombies below.
The undead clawed at the walls, too clumsy to follow.
Their brain not registering the idea of walking into the building
Finally safe, the five turned to face each other.
Their eyes glowed red—flickering with madness.
Just as they were about to strike, their eyes rolled back.
And they collapsed.
Wei Zhi was the first to wake, gasping for air.
No zombies in sight.
But now he wondered:
Where the hell was he?