Prologue.

About zombies there’s no much to know: they’re dead. And they stink. They kill and like it so much they could die – again – for it. Anyway even if they’re gifted with considerable strongness and agility, they’ve got some weak points. Of course, zombies were human and humans are weak.

They’ve got an exellent hearing, but are almost blind in the dark. They move in groups, but don’t communicate. No team work, ah-ah. Zombies are pratically insensible to pain, so killin’ them give no satisfaction of sort, but this helps to lessen the guilt.

Why should we have mercy towards something that’ll surely kill us? Personally, I’ve got so much to lose. They want war? And war it is.

“Unnie…” Min Ji turns through her pink sheets and lifts her hand in search of mine. She’s trembling in fear and I don’t even have to ask her why: I come back home covered in blood, this night and I picked her up at the shelter without changing my clothes.

“I’m here, Min Ji. I’m here.”

I embrace her and cradle her for a long time, feeling her thin fingers twisting strands of my hair. We don’t speak, but there’s no need to. It’s almost dawn when we both fall asleep.

I dream about mom and dad, when they were still alive. Before all of this happened, before zombies spreaded like plague. Before death became the only certainty.

Mom is beautiful, with her white pearl necklace and her hair black and silky; dad is holding her hand and has that enigmatic smile which I have too. So sporadic and fleeting that I’m not sure that I’ve really seen it. Maybe it’s just a memory. Maybe it’s just an illusion created by my mind, to forget their last moment, the blood everywhere and mom’s cries. To forget that, finally, I killed ‘em.

Then the dream became a nightmare. But even when I wake up, covered in sweat and out of breath, I get no relief.

There’s nothing I can do to forget. I can hunt, I can kill every single zombie on my way, I can bathe in their blood, but it won’t change anything: truth is, we all gonna die.

I’m not so hypocrite to hope that there’s a way to come back. But I surely know that, somewhere in this damn country, there’s still a stronghold in which the human beings who manage to survive live in a better reality.

That’s where I’ll take Min Ji, when we’ll be ready. For now, I’ll keep doing what I can do best: exterminate.

I’m Choi Eun Seol, and this is my story.

A/N

Hi, everyone! I'm Fede and this is my new story. I've watched "Train to Busan" recently and then this story came knockin' to my mind and I just can't stop my desire to write it. So, I hope you'll understand that English is not my language, and there may be some errors - feel free to tell me! - I'm trying to write in the best way I can. 

There's not a cover for this story yet, 'cause I'm completely hopeless with grafic, so if someone wants to make a poster feel free to do so, I'll really appreciate it ^^

Let me know what you think about this story and I really, really hope you'll like it a little.

I'll try to update it once a week, if my job allows it.

Thank you for reading me,

Fede.