The wind howled as we marched forward, stirring dust and dry leaves across the cracked pavement.Behind us, the safety of the fortress slowly vanished from sight.Ahead… stretched the broken world we once called home.
We were already on the road.
The silhouette of a ruined city began to take shape through the mist.Collapsed structures.Silent streets.And the lingering echo of a world that had been torn apart.
As we walked, my mind drifted—back to the goodbyes.
I remembered the embraces.The final glances.The way my father placed both hands on my shoulders, his voice deep and steady:
—Never forget who you are, Diego.And never forget why you're doing this.
My mother said nothing, but the strength in her hug said it all.Matías, his eyes filled with tears, handed me a small stone he'd carved himself.
—So you don't forget me —he whispered.
And Sofía…
She threw herself at me with a mix of anger and emotion, fists tapping my chest.
—Next time, you're taking me with you! I'm not just some kid anymore!
I promised her that when I came back, she could lead her own squad.
Her smile—bright, proud—was the perfect farewell.
I closed my eyes for a moment and let the memories flood in.
I came back to the past.Awakened with memories no one else had.Saw the first wave arrive.Watched my family awaken—grow stronger.We prepared.We built.
And even then,we lost twenty-seven people.
I saw my father face the Lich.Saw him nearly die.And then saw him reborn, through his second awakening.
I witnessed the fortress expand.Children training.Our community uniting.
And I saw a glimpse of the future…a terrifying one.
And yet here I am.Here we are.
Our mission is clear.
Find survivors.Recruit the strong.Offer shelter to the lost.Forge alliances.And, if we can…find Vega.
The outside world is uncertain.The creatures still roam.New threats may rise at any time.
But this squad…
is not weak.
Aunt Romina.Uncle Pablo.Two elite captains.Grandfather Patricio.And me.
All skilled.All battle-hardened.And, more importantly—all with something to fight for.
The world sprawls before us.Abandoned.Mutated.But not dead.
And even as each step feels heavy, and danger lurks beyond every corner…
I do not hesitate.
Because this story didn't end with the first wave.
This…
this is just the beginning.