The cold wind whipped across the rooftop as August, Jude, and Cara breathed heavily, their muscles aching from the stress of the fight. Cara had collapsed to the ground after they’d pulled her away from the undead creature, her breathing ragged and her body trembling. The group had narrowly escaped death, and while they had fought off the immediate threat, the sound of distant groans and snarls signaled that the nightmare wasn’t over.
"Are you okay?" August asked, kneeling beside Cara. He was breathing heavily, his hands still clutching the knife he’d used to save her.
Cara looked up at him, her expression one of gratitude, mixed with a hint of disbelief. “I… I thought I was done for,” she whispered, rubbing her leg where the zombie had grabbed her. “Thank you.”
Jude, still limping from his earlier injury, watched the scene unfold. He was looking at the horde’s direction, trying to assess their next move. The danger wasn’t gone. The rooftop was no longer a haven. They were surrounded, and they couldn’t afford to stay too long.
“We’re not out of this yet,” Jude muttered, his voice tight. “We need to move. Now.”
August nodded, helping Cara to her feet. “Jude’s right. We can’t stay here. It’s only a matter of time before more of them find us.”
Cara winced as she stood up, clearly in pain, but she didn’t say anything, forcing herself to stay on her feet. The woman had grit. She’d survived the initial outbreak and somehow managed to survive on her own for who knew how long. She was tough, and in a world like this, toughness was necessary.
The group quickly moved to the edge of the rooftop, scanning the surrounding streets below. They could see the streets were crawling with zombies—dozens of them, maybe hundreds, roaming aimlessly in search of any living prey. The city had become their hunting ground.
“Where do we go from here?” Jude asked, his voice low as he glanced around. “We can’t stay up here. We’ll be cornered eventually.”
“We’ll head for the next building,” August said, his eyes narrowing as he searched the nearby rooftops for an escape route. “There’s an alleyway we can cross. From there, we can get to ground level and try to find shelter.”
Cara nodded in agreement, but there was something else in her eyes—a glimmer of something else. She was wary, but not because of August or Jude. It was the world around them. In this post-apocalyptic landscape, every new person was both an ally and a potential threat.
As they began to make their way toward the edge, something strange happened. The system, which had been eerily silent for the past few minutes, suddenly buzzed in August’s mind. He paused, his hand still on the rooftop’s edge, and stared into the air, surprised.
A translucent blue interface materialized before him, glowing faintly in the dim light. The system was about to speak.
“System Update: Party Mode Activated,” it said, its mechanical voice as cold as ever. “New features unlocked.”
August blinked, processing the information. Party Mode? What did that mean?
“Party Mode?” Jude muttered, clearly confused by the sudden change in the system’s behavior.
A new window appeared in August’s vision, and the words “Party” and “XP Sharing” flashed in bright letters. There were additional options too—shared health, shared inventory, and a few other things that August didn’t quite understand yet. But one thing was clear: The system was treating them like a team now, not just a group of individual survivors.
A new feature had just been unlocked, and for the first time in the chaos of the outbreak, it felt like they were becoming more than just strangers trapped in a nightmare. They were a team now—at least, that was what the system suggested.
“System Update: Party established. All members can now share experience points (XP) and abilities. All members can also share certain inventory items. Health regeneration is improved with party formation.”
“What the hell is this?” Jude asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Looks like we’ve just been turned into a party,” August said, his voice a little more cautious than usual. “We get XP, health boosts, and all sorts of stuff as long as we stick together.”
He turned to Cara. “You’re part of the team now too.”
Cara looked at them both, uncertainty in her eyes. But despite that, she gave a hesitant nod. “I’m not sure what any of this means, but I’ll take it. I’m not going to survive out here alone.”
Jude gave a sarcastic laugh. “Guess we’re all stuck with each other now.” He sounded amused, but August could see the apprehension lurking just beneath the surface. Jude had always been a loner and this forced alliance with strangers—no matter how necessary—was something that weighed on him.
August opened his inventory screen and found that it had changed. Now, there were three character names listed: August, Jude, and Cara. He could see their health, experience points, and a few other details about each person. He also had access to the shared inventory, which was a bit of a surprise—some items that had been previously inaccessible were now open to everyone.
August didn’t want to get bogged down with the details right now, though. The world outside wasn’t getting any safer, and every second they wasted could mean another horde closing in on them.
“What now?” Cara asked, looking up at August as if she trusted him to have the answers.
“We get out of here, find a place to lay low, and figure out our next move,” August said, his tone practical. He gestured for them to follow. “Stay close, and watch each other’s backs.”
Jude moved to follow, but as they began to move, another window appeared in August’s HUD. It was another mission notification.
Mission: Reach the Coliseum.
The text was bold and clear, and the map was updated, showing a route toward a distant location that August hadn’t considered before. The Coliseum? What the hell was that supposed to mean? And why was the system sending them there?
"Looks like we have a new mission," August muttered, looking at the map as it guided them toward the destination. "The Coliseum. Whatever that is, it’s where we need to go."
Jude grunted in disbelief. “A Coliseum? Are we supposed to just follow some random direction given by a machine? Seems like a death sentence to me.”
“We don’t have much of a choice, do we?” August shot back, looking over at Cara. “We’re already in this together.”
Cara bit her lip, clearly conflicted. “The Coliseum… that’s where a lot of the survivors have been gathering, right? I’ve heard rumors about it.”
“Rumors?” Jude asked, his skepticism evident. "You mean like some safe haven? Or more like another trap?"
“I’m not sure," Cara said, voice quiet. “But people have said it’s a place where survivors are being taken… where they’re being protected. It could be a real chance at survival.”
August studied her for a moment. “That’s the first good news we’ve heard in a while.”
Jude snorted. "I’m not holding my breath."
August ignored him, tapping a few more buttons on his HUD. The route to the Coliseum was displayed clearly on the map, but he knew that getting there wouldn’t be easy. There was a long way to go, and the horde that had been following them earlier was still out there.
“No time like the present,” August said, turning toward the alley where the path to the next building was. “We head for the Coliseum. Together.”
Jude didn’t argue. They both knew that if they didn’t act now, they’d be walking right into a bigger trap. The horde was still out there, and staying in one place too long was a death sentence.
As they moved through the shadows of the city, August felt a weight lift off his shoulders—just slightly. They were a team now, a unit. The system’s update had bonded them in a way he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t perfect, but they were working together now. For the first time since the outbreak, August felt like there might be a sliver of hope left.
The journey ahead was unclear, but at least they weren’t alone anymore. And for August, that was enough for now.
As they rounded the corner and prepared to head down the alley, August’s HUD flashed again—a warning this time. Incoming Threat: Massive Horde Detected. The ground began to rumble beneath their feet as the unmistakable growls of dozens, if not hundreds, of zombies echoed in the distance.
The mission to the Coliseum had just gotten a whole lot more dangerous.
The park bench wasn’t much of a home, but it was all August had. The peeling green paint scratched his back, and the thin blanket he’d scavenged from a nearby trash bin did little to fight off the night’s chill. His stomach growled for what felt like the hundredth time that day, but he ignored it. Hunger was a familiar ache now, one he’d learned to push aside like an old friend overstaying their welcome.He leaned back and stared at the moon, its pale light washing over the empty park. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked, its sound sharp and lonely, just like him. August pulled the blanket tighter and closed his eyes, but sleep didn’t come. Instead, the memories did.“I can’t do this anymore,” Sabrina had said, her voice trembling but firm. She didn’t look at him as she spoke. Her hands clutched the edge of their kitchen table, knuckles white.August had begged her. “What are you talking about? We can fix this.”She shook her head, still avoiding his gaze. “It’s not something we ca
The streets were deserted, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of failing streetlights. August’s breath puffed in sharp bursts as he leaned against a rusted lamppost, his knees threatening to give out. His mind raced, trying to process what had just happened.The blood. The body. The thing that wasn’t human.And the voice.“System activated,” August muttered, his voice shaky. He stared at his hands, still gripping the knife that had materialized out of thin air. The blade shimmered faintly, its glow pulsing like a heartbeat.A heartbeat that wasn’t his.He had no time to figure it out.A low growl echoed from the darkness behind him. August froze, his fingers tightening around the knife. Slowly, he turned his head.Another figure emerged from the shadows, its movements jerky and unnatural, just like the one before. Its head twitched violently as it sniffed the air, zeroing in on him.“No,” August whispered, taking a step back. His mind screamed at him to run, but his legs wouldn’t obey.T
August crouched behind a crumbling wall, his heart pounding in his chest. The sounds of distant groans and the shuffle of feet were unsettling, even for someone who had already seen horrors. He had become accustomed to the desolate streets, the wreckage of once-bustling buildings, but today, the world seemed louder, more oppressive. The city was a graveyard now, every street a memory of something he had once taken for granted—stores, cafes, even the familiar hum of traffic. Now it was just rubble and death.The streets were littered with debris—burnt cars, shattered glass, and twisted metal that had once been the skeletons of modern life. Overhead, the gray sky looked as if it had never known a sunny day, thick clouds swirling like storm clouds, reflecting the heaviness of the situation. The silence between the distant growls of zombies only made the world feel even more eerie, more dangerous. It was as if the air itself had turned against him.He glanced over his shoulder, making sure
August's heart hammered in his chest, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The air inside the shelter had grown thick, the stale smell of sweat and fear mingling with the stench of rotting flesh. The zombies were almost upon him—he could hear their shrill moans, a cacophony of death that sent his body into overdrive. He wasn’t sure how much time he had left, but the door was already splintering under the force of the undead, their relentless assault inching them closer to him. There was no room for hesitation anymore.His mind raced, trying to process the flood of panic and fear that was overwhelming him. But then, the familiar voice of the system cut through the chaos, like a lifeline in a sea of madness.“Activating map feature.”August’s eyes shot open, and the world around him seemed to shift as a translucent holographic map appeared before him, suspended in midair. It was a 3D layout of the building, each floor highlighted in vivid detail. He could see the rooms, the
August’s heart raced as the door to the shelter creaked open with an eerie groan. His body tensed, ready to sprint, but as his eyes flickered to the small patch of moonlight that pierced through the crack, the sound of distant growls hit his ears. Zombies.But it wasn’t just the growling that sent a chill through his spine. It was the rapid, heavy footfalls approaching from the hallway—a stampede of things, bodies moving unnaturally fast, some dragging limbs, others with grotesque hunched backs. It wasn’t just one zombie. It was an entire pack.The system inside his mind was already shifting into emergency mode. A small display popped up, showing red dots closing in on the shelter’s location. It was too many to count, too many to fight. They’d be overwhelmed in seconds if they didn’t act now.His first instinct was to grab Jude and bolt, but then he remembered the knife that had appeared for him when he first encountered the zombie. He didn’t know why it had materialized, but he wasn’t
The city’s skyline was barely visible through the veil of dust and ash hanging in the air. The moonlight was muffled by the clouds, casting the streets below in an unsettling gray hue. August could feel the tension in his bones, the chill in the air that spoke of death, destruction, and a world that had long since turned against them. He clenched his fists, gripping the knife that had become both his weapon and his lifeline, his pulse quickening as the map flickered in his mind.“North,” August muttered, staring at the route. They had to go north, to the marked shelter. The map showed a safe zone, though the word ‘safe’ had long since lost its meaning.Jude was already moving ahead, his eyes scanning the horizon with a burning intensity. There was no telling how long they’d been on the run—hours, days, weeks. Time had blurred into a constant state of survival. Jude’s mind was elsewhere, on his family. August didn’t blame him. If it were his wife—his Sabrina—he would be just as desperat
The room was a battleground of chaos. The sounds of the zombie’s claws scraping against the floor reverberated in August’s chest, a pulse of primal fear that threatened to overwhelm him. Jude, pinned under the hulking undead creature, gasped for breath, his bloodied hands struggling to push the monstrosity away. The thing was massive—its rotting flesh clung to its skeletal frame, and its eyes were a ghastly shade of milky white, devoid of any humanity.August’s heart raced as the image of Jude’s pained expression etched itself into his mind. He had to act. There was no time to hesitate. There was no one else to rely on but himself, and the system in his head, which had already proven to be his greatest asset."System, activate," August thought, his mind working quickly.The familiar interface flickered in front of his eyes, the blue holographic map and icons appearing as though from nowhere. His pulse quickened, but his fingers remained steady. The system had been with him through the
The wind was biting, sweeping across the rooftop like a chill that had taken up residence in the very bones of the city. August’s eyes never left the figure on the other side of the rooftop, the one who had been waving frantically just moments ago. The distant sounds of moans and scraping feet echoed through the empty streets below, but in the distance, the figure had now come into clearer view—a woman, young, and frantic, her clothes torn, her face smeared with dirt and dried blood."She’s in trouble," Jude muttered under his breath. His voice was strained, a mix of exhaustion and unease. They’d just barely escaped the last wave of zombies, and now they were faced with a new dilemma. The woman needed help, but the danger of aiding someone in this world was clear. People weren’t always what they seemed in the aftermath of the outbreak. Trust was a commodity few could afford.August glanced at Jude, who was leaning heavily against the rooftop’s wall, trying to steady himself. Blood drip