Nestled beside the dilapidated mini-market where Jin spoke, a few weathered trucks were parked haphazardly. Time had mercilessly passed since the bat invasion, transforming unsuspecting humans into monstrous Blood Slaves.
The once smooth asphalt road was now a treacherous terrain, riddled with deep craters and even a sinkhole. The remnants of a leaking pipe, long since dried, left behind a haunting reminder of the water that once flowed freely.
The once pristine concrete building, with its sleek lines and polished facade, now bore the scars of decay. The towering skyscraper, once adorned with gleaming glass windows, now showcased the encroachment of nature.
Clumps of moss clung stubbornly to the cracks in the glass, a testament to the relentless march of time and neglect.
The surrounding buildings, once buzzing with life, now stood as solemn sentinels in the darkness.
