Jacquaris turned his body, talked in his sleep, and tightly hugged onto his dirty and scared blanket, trying his best to roll himself into a ball before falling asleep again. He was too tired. Like most citizens of Remot, he finally had a peaceful night's sleep after half a month of restless living.

Under the initial attack of the living corpse, as Jacquaris and the rest of the two thousand or so citizens stayed in the underground base, they were lucky enough to escape. In the ...