The world was occupied by a darkness of fear and brutality. More than half of the population is dead. Every single place on earth is consumed by creatures that tear everything around, gnaw through the thin skin of the body with their teeth, and tear out all the organs, playing, and not stopping until they are completely satiated. They can smell the scent of blood from miles and have good hearing. They're similar to zombies but not them. Those creatures have nothing human-like about them. They were human before, but now they're a mess of dark sagging skin, with every feature messed up by sunlight.

Creatures are slow and blind when it's sunny outside. Sunlight disorients them. But they're fast and agile when the sun is gone. Night is their favorite time - when they can search all those abandoned and broken houses again to find meat, to find a delicious meal. Of course, they killed almost everyone, so there's no food. Maybe?

South Korea. Jeju Island. Base: 0325. Survivors gather to discuss food again. They have enough, but what if they find other survivors? Or meet another base? The chances are low, but who knows. Minho plays with the rings on his fingers while listening intently to whatever his comrades are saying. He doesn't care whether other bases are still alive or not - he won't risk his life to find more food for strangers. So he sighed annoyed when Hyunjin keeps talking about it.

Minho remembers his comrades' names, habits and characters, as well as roles despite not caring deeply about them. They have certain roles in their base. Minho himself is a fighter who goes out and protects scouts searching for food by fighting creatures. His buddies are Changbin, Chris and Hyunjin. Scouts Felix and Seungmin don't fight but quickly search for supplies. Jeongin is mostly the strategic leader who rarely goes outside to scout.

Today Minho warned his comrades he is going outside the base. It's sunny, so he walks to the window and exits through it to a rope that gets him onto a roof. He climbs up, hissing at the rope scratching his hand, and successfully rolls down onto the roof where the sun is brighter than anything. It gives him peace, soothing him enough to relax for at least a half hour.

His previous boring life is left behind. Now he's surviving with guys he never knew before. Maybe he's even intrigued by all of this. Isn't it quite thrilling to have high chances to die any day? He adjusts his knife tucked in his belt and sits on a chair he brought from inside the building - once a hotel, now full of creatures with the door to the roof barricaded for safety.

Until he heard loud knocks and a desperate voice from inside the staircase behind the door. He approached carefully, hearing a human voice, and opened the door. Some boy fell onto the roof, and Minho barricaded the door before any creature could enter too.

Now he focuses all his attention on the boy. He looks fine but needs checking for any bites or injuries - infection can come from even one drop of saliva on an open wound. He waits for the boy to understand what's happening before clicking his fingers.

"Get up, and undress." He said bluntly, seeing the boy's wide eyes. "Don't make me repeat myself twice. I am not trying to harass you, just check for infection." Minho muttered, gripping his knife. "I don't want to stick this knife into your forehead."