Day 365 - 9:21 AM - Southside Peak, Muria Sacred Fortress, Mount Muria, Central Java, Indonesia
The 365th day of the apocalypse finally came. It was the last day of the first year of the apocalypse.
It was already a year. Was it something people should celebrate, or was it something people should lament? Everyone still alive might have survived the difficult and dangerous year. It was something they could celebrate. Nonetheless, it was also the anniversary of everyone losing almost everything.
How people would view this day would likely be up to each individual and the things they experienced.
And on this day, a new rumor was spreading across the Muria Sacred Fortress.
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"Have you heard? A horde attacked the 38th."
"Is that the cause of the gunshots last night? It sounded pretty far, but it kept me awake all night."
"But some people are saying something strange."
