"I... am not dead? No... I am already dead." A figure rose in the darkness.
She slowly pulled herself free from the corpses pinning her down and looked around in confusion.
This place was almost completely dark. Only at least three hundred meters away was there a light source that looked like a streetlamp, the sole illumination here.
Under that dim light, it was possible to see that she stood atop a small mountain made of countless corpses. There had to be thousands of bodies piled up here alone!
All of those corpses were Rakghouls! And because of their peculiar anatomy, their bodies had not decayed. Instead, they had gradually dried up over time. The air was filled with a foul stench, along with countless bacteria and spores. An ordinary person would be infected after merely taking a breath here, dying shortly afterward and being assimilated into a Rakghoul.
But none of that mattered to her. Because she was already dead...
She looked around blankly, then walked toward the streetlamp. This was an extremely broad street, surrounded by all kinds of buildings. Most had been damaged and collapsed, but it was still clear that this had once been a magnificent city.
Who knew how long it had been, yet the city's fusion core power supply had not completely failed, leaving at least some lighting within the city.
The figure staggered onward. Almost instinctively, she followed the street ahead. After walking for an unknown length of time, she came to a cliff that cut off the road. In the middle of that cliff was the hull of a warship, so rusted that its original shape was nearly unrecognizable. This enormous crater must have been created when the warship crashed down.
A little sunlight streamed down from above the crater. This place