
by rolling_potato
In a world where the dead do not rest, survival is no longer about strength... it is about enduring what should have already ended. He wakes in a body that isn’t his, in a land that feels wrong in ways he cannot explain. The air is heavy, the nights are quieter than they should be, and people look over their shoulders as if something unseen is always watching. Death exists here... but it doesn’t work the way it should. The dead linger. The world is slowly breaking. With no memory of how he arrived and no power to rely on, he is forced to live carefully, learning that even knowledge can be dangerous, and that some truths are better left untouched. Every step forward risks drawing the attention of things that should not exist—things that do not fully live, yet refuse to die. He does not dream of becoming a hero. He does not seek to save anyone. All he wants is simple... to survive.
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 0 | New world | 0 |
| 1 | Citadel | 0 |
| 2 | Work | 0 |
| 3 | Rest in Peace | 0 |
| 4 | Days | 0 |
| 5 | Good enough |
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