*Beep,* *beep,* *beep,* that damn annoying alarm rings, blaring in your ears as it drags you out of the dreamworld, you swing your hand and knock it across the room as you groggily sit up, “Fuck,” you groan as you slouch there on the bed.

You then muster your energy and step onto the ground, you walk towards the restroom, rubbing your eyes and stretching, attempting to get rid of any fatigue that may linger.

Unable to notice the loud and noisy screams from the street, you brush your teeth and go on with your day as you grab your bag to prepare to head to your new college as a freshman.

You greet your neighbouring tenant, Madic Suc, an african-american dude that moved in recently as the two of you head down to the ground level together, as you get the clearer view of the street, you freeze as you look at it in shock and disbelief, there’s blood, guts and corpses scattered everywhere, and there’s dead-looking humanoids limping around, feasting on fleshes.

But what’s more surprising is that the people aren’t reacting to them!?

“Not coming bro?” Madic Suc asked as he open the door and leave the apartment complex.