I was sleeping soundly when I heard people screaming. As I woke up, feeling irritated, I wondered why they were screaming. So, when I looked out the window—BOOM—

  “Ah, my head hurts. What happened?”

  As I looked around, I saw a bloody mess. Corpses upon corpses, everywhere I looked—there were bodies. I had no recollection of how I got here. Alone, stranded on a deserted mountain surrounded by death, I began to feel afraid.

  I thought out loud, my voice shaky with fear.

  “Where am I?”

  “Hello? Is there anybody alive?”

  As I spoke, I saw a body shifting in the pile of corpses. I could see that it was a man, probably in his mid-thirties. I approached him, though I was filled with fear.

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  “Hey, are you okay?” I asked.

  The man looked at me. His eyes were wild, filled with a strange, terrifying intensity. I froze, staring into his eyes, which seemed to radiate anger and hostility.

  The man was murmuring something, but I couldn’t hear him clearly. So, I stepped closer.

  “Hey, buddy… ahhh! What are you doing?”

  Suddenly, the man lunged at me and began to bite me.

  “Let me go!” I screamed, feeling my hand throb in pain. In a panic, I threw a punch at his head.

  It seemed like the man was finally dead. I started to pull my hand free from his grip.

  “Finally free,” I thought.

  My heart was pounding so loudly that it felt as though it might break free from my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "I have no energy to move." Despite my aching body, I couldn’t simply lie there among the corpses. I forced myself to move when I heard footsteps behind me.

  How can I hear footsteps? It must be a hallucination from my extreme fear.

  “Are you okay, Senior Brother?”

  “Ahhh!”

  I turned to see a beautiful girl standing in front of me, and then everything went black as I lost consciousness