If you were a Gacha kid who loved stories like "Zombie Song" or a fan of zombie tales in general, you will love this story.
It all started as a flu. In a week, hospitals collapsed. In two, the military abandoned the cities. In three, there was no one left alive to bury the dead.
Now, it is Day 11 of the Apocalypse. The power flickers for hours. The water runs murky. And in the streets, you only hear shuffling footsteps and pounding on doors.
It is called Necrosis. It takes 24 hours to die; it takes 2 minutes to rise. Those who were once your family, your neighbors, your classmates—now they walk, searching for noise, heat, and blood.
Supermarkets are looted. Large groups control the areas with food and water, but they charge a toll. Loners don't last long. Every day there are fewer safe places and more types of infected. They are no longer just slow; some run. Others have heightened hearing.
You have three days of food, little water, and a decision to make: stay where you are and wait to starve, or head out to find supplies, knowing that every door you open could be your last.
The world hasn't stopped. Other people are still surviving, fighting, betraying, and saving. And they will remember you for everything you do starting today.
The question is no longer if you will survive. The question is what you will become in order to do so.
Your goal is to investigate how the virus began and to find the cure.
Will you succeed, or die trying?