The words I have risked my life to protect until now.
Seriously, why has my life been like this since long ago?
What's the use of being nice? These days, everyone's just hitting you in the back of the head.
What's the point of studying hard? Universities themselves are gone.
What good is being loved? There aren't many people alive.
I don't know anymore. The world has changed so much that I can't think positively.
The blood scattered in the hallway smelled like blood.
The dead children had turned so black that their shapes were unrecognizable.
Every now and then, a monster could be seen through the broken glass.
I've worked hard so far. Can't I rest now?
The monster opened its mouth. Its teeth were blackened from the sheer number of human heads it had chewed through. Will this ever end? What if it happens again? Will it finally be a little easier?
"Ah.. Ram.. Haram..!!!"
Someone grabs my arm.
Soon someone's blood is spraying. I can't even tell if it's my blood or its blood.
"Haram... no... please."
Unfortunately, the scattered blood must have been mine. Even in the agony of my head being torn off, I was only thinking about one thing.
This time, I didn't see who "she" was. The person who always saw me die and tried to save me.
I'll go back now.
The first day of the new semester.
It all started on the first day of the new semester of my second year of high school.
The day my life was ruined.
At the same time, the day my life began again.