He wasn’t going to make it. There was no saving him from death.
He had four of them chasing after him. Four of those things.
They were things. They were no longer human. They couldn’t be human.
Anyone who could still walk around as if nothing happened while their guts were dragging on the floor, or their hearts pierced through, or their jaws crushed, or their arms missing… could no longer be called a human being.
They simply couldn’t die.
The four that were chasing him were by no means too fast.
By running with all of his might, he would be able to get away from them easily enough.
But they…
They would never get tired.
They would never give up.
And they would never, ever, stop chasing someone they had set their eyes on.
No matter how much he could run.
No matter how much he would try to escape from them.
They will eventually catch up to him.
It was just like a bad dream he had when he was a little boy.
He thought this was the end of the world.
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The world broke apart three days ago.
At the intersection of Shibuya.
Everyone seemed to think that the first one of those “things” was drunk or something.
“It” walked around, grabbed a nearby man’s arm and started biting it.
The brave young man who tried to separate them also got bit.
And thus began the outbreak.
Since then, infected people started to appear in cities around the world.
No one knows the details of when, where, and how the disease –simply called “zombie disease”– originated.
Some say that God had created it to destroy humanity. That the trumpet signaling the end had been blown.
The buddhist Kousuke didn’t believe in those things at all, but he realized that the world was heading towards its end regardless of who had blown the trumpet.
And, even before the whole world ends, his own demise was approaching him a mere meter behind him.