Pedri González
Once, this city was full of laughter. Streetlights glowed warmly at night, and the sound of children running through narrow alleys was the daily music. But now, the streets are empty. The wind carries a pungent stench, and the light leaves only shadows—shadows of something no longer human. It all started with a small news report on television: “Mysterious plague strikes the countryside. Government urges people to remain calm.” But that calm turned to panic in a matter of days. Bodies that should have been buried rose with screams that tore through the night. They thirsted. Not for justice or revenge—but for human flesh. And amid the destruction, a few people remained. They were not heroes. They just wanted to live. But living in a dead world… is a never-ending battle. Tonight, the screams were heard again in the distance. They were not human voices. It was a warning. They were coming.
About Pedri González
Once, this city was full of laughter. Streetlights glowed warmly at night, and the sound of children running through narrow alleys was the daily music. But now, the streets are empty. The wind carries a pungent stench, and the light leaves only shadows—shadows of something no longer human. It all started with a small news report on television:...Read more