It starts with one.Just one person to burn the world. She died, and then woke up the next day and stabbed her doctor. She didnt say why. She couldnt say why. She was far gone, angry at a world that didnt exist, a world that she was infecting with every breath she took. She was the beginning of a new age.In exactly two days, her insanity had spread to the next state over. In a week, it was around the world. In half a month, it was unclear if there was a world anymore.That was how the year 2014 started. With the end of everything.Scientifically speaking, these werent zombies or monsters or anything of the like. These were simply delusional people, who were being controlled by unhindered impulses triggered by a chemical explosion in the brain. Their half-eaten appearance was something else all together, but these were not zombies.Yet, the scientists were gone, either dead or hidden, and the zombies are sill here, beating their way through everything as the few are let uninfected and travel the world, trying to bring about cure and change.In the middle of this are two boys, trying not to sink into this blood-drenched world. Trying not to lose each other...Or themselves. ForewordAll his life, Minho has been normal. He has a family, a home, a life. Hes never believed in monsters, or ghosts, and definitely no believing in zombies, until he was running from them. Running for his life and mind. Running from mind-numbing desperation that was taking him to planes of fear that he couldnt even begin to imagine. Running into a world where hed have to grope for anything to hold on to, because he couldnt hold onto reality anymore. Only one fact is clear, and that is that he is going to have to run faster.Taemin had only seen true kindness once, and yet that memory keeps him from losing his happiness even as the world crashes around him. Burning building cant scald him. Illness cant infect him. Death cant kill him as long as he remembers the one happy moment in his life. Yet, buildings are burning, illness is rampant, death is everywhere, and Taemin is running too. Hes running from the burning, sick, dying world and into the arms of his fate, whatever—or whoever—it may be.Barely strangers. Barely existing. Clinging to each other in the flames as everything crashes around them. The world isnt ending. Its already ended. This?This is just the aftermath.