~Shepherd~
I sat there, perched on the ancient stone steps leading up to the imposing gates of Hell. It was my duty, my eternal punishment, to guard this wretched place. My name should be bus boy because I am bound to this desolate realm, tasked with ensuring that no soul escapes its fiery depths. When I could be pervving on my wife or eating.
But today, as I stared into the abyss, my thoughts were consumed by something entirely different. A distant memory resurfaced, as vivid as the day I discovered it—a weathered piece of paper, an old newspaper clipping. The headline read: "Mysterious Zombie-Like Creature Discovered in Southeast Asia."
I remember when I came across that old torn paper yesterday, the title caught my eye. But what kept me reading was the date. It was only two years before the outbreak. My brothers and I were still prisoners.
