The landscape of our existence, once a desolate sprawl of silence and shadows, seems now to thrum with unseen currents, with lives and intentions intersecting in ways I hadn't anticipated. The group responsible for Jae-sun's disappearance, the arsonists and kidnappers terrorising survivors, and now, this solitary figure on a motorbike, patrolling with unknown purpose—each element adds layers of complexity and danger to our already precarious situation.
This isn't what I expected. I had hoped, perhaps naively, that we could carve out a semblance of stability amidst the chaos, that our biggest concerns would remain scavenging for supplies and fending off the infected. But the reality is proving far more intricate, the web of survivor interactions more fraught with potential peril.
