Chapter 3

I stepped out of the steel factory.

Outside, wind and sand filled the air. The human ability users looked utterly exhausted, wearing torn uniforms with weapons full of chips and dents.

Evan, once so full of himself, now looked like a wreck. His face was stubbly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Sharon, whom he protected in his arms, had long lost her former elegance.

She was pale and so weak that she looked like she'd fall over in the wind.

When they saw me, everyone was stunned.

They raised their guns, but their hands kept trembling. Thousands of zombies surrounded…