Morning dawned.
The streets of the outside world, swept by last night's wave, were a gruesome sight.
Survivors trudged between the bodies of mutants sprawled here and there and the stains of blood.
Those who had survived began clearing away the mutants' corpses that had piled up overnight and cleaning the streets.
“Min-a Kang... Be happy wherever you are.”
Someone quietly sobbed as they recovered the torn-apart body of a comrade.
“Dad! Dad!!”
“He's already dead. Come with Uncle.”
“We barely made it...”
“You did well. It was horrible, wasn't it.”...
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