When everyone forgets you, I am still the one who remembers.
A zombie outbreak began. Blood-stained hands carried away one familiar figure after another. Liǔ Cháoquè ran frantically as the crowd around her grew thinner and the screams grew louder, until finally, she was the only one left beside herself.
Blurred faces, indistinguishable features. The bloody hands quickly transformed into ink-black tentacles that wrapped around them.
Chapter 88