PREFACE
The day it began, the world didn't end in fire or ash. It didn't come with sirens or an apocalyptic warning. It came quietly insidiously.
At first, it was a neighbor who locked up themselves in their apartment, screaming and yelling about the intervention of crawling shadows or shadows crawling into their skin as they say. Then it was the grocer downstairs who suddenly disappeared with only traces of claw marks gouged into the walls. No one could explain why people were transforming into vicious nightmares made with flesh, their bodies twisting into different monstrous shapes that reflected something deep and broken inside of them.
For those who left the building, survival wasn't just about food, water and shelter. It was about trust. About holding onto the pieces of ourselves that hasn't shattered. But even that was dangerous and risky. Because in this new world, the more you try to bury your fear, the more it screams to be set free.
But if there's something I've learnt is that the real monster we're never out there. They were always inside of us.