The dead should have stayed dead. In 2025, something was discovered inside an abandoned facility buried beneath decades of silence. Something that should never have survived. Something that should never have been alive. Seven hours after a researcher was bitten, the world began to change. The infected did not simply rot and stumble through the streets. Their skin turned pale. Their movements became unnatural. Some stood perfectly still, their faces frozen in smiles that never reached their eyes. Others ran until their bodies broke, driven by a hunger that pain could no longer restrain. And then came the screaming. Cities fell into panic. The government declared martial law. The streets became slaughterhouses, and the living learned that being human was no guarantee of mercy. Among the millions caught in the collapse is Giselle, a twenty-two-year-old guitarist whose greatest concerns once involved unpaid rent, terrible gigs, and a roommate who never seemed to appreciate her music. Now, she has blood on her hands, a guitar she cannot bring herself to abandon, and a girl behind a locked bathroom door whom she may never see again. The world she knew is gone. And the things replacing it are learning how to hunt. Some things are worse than death. Some goodbyes are spoken through closed doors. And some things, once awakened, were never meant to be buried again. 𓆩 𖤐 𓆪 CONTENT WARNING: Graphic violence, gore, body horror, psychological horror, death, and disturbing imagery.