On the streets of Bion City, heavy wind blew, carrying with it discarded newspapers and pushing them against the walls of the abandoned buildings.

At the corners of the alleys, long shadows stretched as the rays of the afternoon sun shone on the walls, and the zombified humans dragged themselves toward the walls of the barracks.

Outside the barracks gate, the old gate, black polythene bags flew, floating in the air and falling on the ground like fallen angels.

Leftover bottles and wrappers spun, bumping on the iron gates and stopping.

Inside the barracks walls, where not only the leaves and the dust had accompanied, drifting brown leaves fell, falling on the monument placed right at the center of the large courtyard, and the ground.

At the side of the building at the far left side of the courtyard, flashes of light kept on appearing and going from the fractured streetlight.

At the center of the building left unused, curtains danced, sliding on the walls of the open windows and letting the rays of the sun brighten the rooms where the curtains only covered.

On the road beneath the open windows, three men walked, swinging their hands and kicking their boots on small stones that lay at their front.

"Stop that!" Max said, turned sharply toward Nich and Mike as one of the stones they kicked slammed the back of Max's thigh.

"Sorry, senior," Nich's and Mike's voices came in unison, bowing their heads slightly in shame.

A chill wave seeped through Max's spine, noticing strange shadows stretching toward the old gate after a soft screeching sound echoed.

He halted, raised his left arm, then tilted slightly toward the two guys at his back.

"Be ready," he said, squeezed his face and turned sharply toward the side of the gate. "They will be at the gate in a few minutes."

Max wrapped his fingers around the brown handle of the silver-colored sword that rested at his side.

Cracking knuckle sounds echoed as he tightened his fingers around the handle and drew the sword.

Soft crunching sounds echoed from the ground, as their boots, which pressed on the ground heavily minutes ago, began to soften.

As he continuously moved forward, his jaw tightened the moment he moved past the monument. He turned his gaze at the face of the monument, closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

'Why leave us in times like these?' he said low in his thoughts, but his skin reacted, softening as he cracked his eyes open.

When a white polythene bag shot past the locked gate, the cold wind that had made Max's skin soften vanished, giving way for his rage to take over.

Instinctively, the two guys following him also wrapped their palms around the handle of their swords.

Flickers of light fell on the bars of the square patterns of the locked gate as the rays of the sun fell on the blades of the two men behind Max.

At that instant, stamping and roaring sounds echoed from the other side of the gate, vibrating through the walls and letting debris fall from the top sections of the wall and the gate.

For five minutes nothing appeared, but on the sixth minute, hands filled with green ichor grabbed the bars of the gate, letting some of the ichor streak on the bars and trot downward.

At the left side of the gate, where the bars of the gate remained fixed in the walls, headless beings appeared, dragging themselves on the ground.

Blood and sickly green liquid streaked on the ground wherever they moved. And when they stopped by the side of the gate, heads that had been chopped off appeared, hopping at the side of the headless humans.

There, countless zombified humans stood by the gate, stretching their wretched arms through the spaces in the square-patterned bars.

Meanwhile, as the zombified humans kept on pushing and pulling the gate as they doubled, Max positioned himself, closed his eyes a little, and began to steady his breathing.

At his back, a wide smile appeared on Nich's face, seeing his reflection in his sword as he moved it past his face.

…

Meanwhile, across the Bion City's walls, birds – both infected and uninfected – burst into the air, flapping their wings widely as they scattered in the direction of the tall buildings in the city.

On the road leading to the gate of the city, a huge black cart moved hastily, tilting side by side as it moved through the gate.

As its front tires moved over three headless corpses lying at the front of the gate, it tilted on its left side.

For three minutes it tried to retain its original posture, but on the fourth, it slipped, crashed on the ground, and screeched on the ground.

Fiery sparks jolted in the air as the metal part of the cart screeched on the stone road. And when the head of the cart slammed onto a jagged stone, it stopped.

Fog of dust and smoke filled the air. But at the side of the cart, metal-to-metal and skin-to-metal sounds echoed, letting the cart move slightly on the ground.

And as the back of the cart where the sound echoed the most tore open, women with children wrapped around their chests exited.

Blood streaked on their foreheads – both the mothers and their babies – as they pushed their way out of the cart hastily.

A few minutes after the five women carrying the babies exited, children between the ages of six to ten years also joined, some moving toward the women while others stood there crying.

The moment a few men exited from the cart, the women and children began running.

From the inside of the gate, where part of the cart scattered, zombified humans dragged themselves forward at high speed, bumping into each other.

As they reached the side of the gate, only a few exited first, and when those that slammed their heads on the walls exited, a roaring sound echoed heavily.

Seeing the nature at which they were being chased by the zombified humans, some of the men that exited the cart threw themselves into the river at the front of the cart.

For the women that had babies wrapped around their chests, they ran over the bridge that stretched long over the river, pulling both the children that ran side by side with them.

Thinking they were saved as they swam in the river, their faces tensed as they saw some of the zombified humans also throwing themselves into the river, coming for them in the river.

Meanwhile, on the top of the bridge where the women ran to, the zombified humans turned, leaving the women to move into the bushes at the end of the bridge, then turned back when a loud roar shot through the air.

Leaves trickled down, yet the mothers didn't turn back or look back.

…

Inside the gateless barracks, Max, Mike and Nich rushed forward, as the gate broke and slammed on the ground, spiraling dust and letting a loud crashing sound echo.

For straight thirty minutes, they fought without rest, throwing their weapons and letting the blades chop off the heads of the zombified humans.

Red and green ichor seeped from the sides of their boots as they kept on crunching the hopping and screaming heads with them.

Meanwhile, as the zombified humans doubled, another loud scream shot through the air from the remote side of the barracks, letting the birds that lay on the top of the trees closer to the new lab jolt into the air.

And in the lab, Jinx stood at the right corner, where slight darkness covered, her eyes unblinking as she stared at the chained man thrashing both himself and the stand of the metal bed he lay on.

"Oin!" Jinx said, placing her palm over her mouth as tears streaked out of her unblinking eyes.

At her front, the lab technician stood there, her face showing no sign of life as she stared at the same direction Jinx's eyes were on.

And beside the lab technician, Ryo stood there, sweating and panting heavily.

"These are the last pieces left," Ryo said, shifting his gaze from Jinx to the lab technician.

The technician closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply, then, when she cracked her eyes open, her sorrowful expression increased as glistening tears fell from her eyes.

"Isn't there another way to cure him?" Jinx asked, her voice cracking with her sobs.

There, a small smile tore on the technician's lips as she tilted her gaze toward the open window.

"No!" she whispered softly, casting slight joy in Jinx's and Ryo's expressions.

…

Meanwhile, at the far side of Westeros, Clara, Kai, and a few other monks wearing red, white, and wine stood at the centre of the large courtyard at the front of the temple's gate, surrounded by armed men.

One after another, the armed men grinned as they stretched the tip of their AK-47s at them, their fingers trembling slightly as roaring sounds thickened the air behind them.

"Hey!" one of the armed men said, screaming heavily as one guy wearing a red outfit jolted through the little space beside him.

The armed guy smiled and shook his head as he noticed the guy wasn't stopping. And within a few meters away from him and the guy, he fired four times at the guy.

Reaching the side of the entrance of the temple, the guy gasped as the bullets hit the back of his right and left shoulders, and his legs.

The remaining monks clenched their fists as the armed man who fired began walking toward the guy trying to crawl his way out of the temple.

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