ZOM100
The siren began at exactly 3:17 A.M.
Not outside.
Inside Arun’s skull.
It ripped him out of sleep so violently that he fell off the bed.
His clock froze at 3:17 A.M.
His mobile turned on by itself.
ZOM100 ACTIVATED
SUBJECT: ARUN
STATUS: ALIVE (TEMPORARY)
The air in the room went cold.
Too cold…
Arun smelled rot, like meat left in rain for days. His bedroom door creaked open slowly. The hallway beyond was darker than darkness should be—thick, moving, breathing.
Then came the sound.
Scrape… drag… crack.
Something was climbing the stairs.
Upside down.
Arun backed away, chest burning as he tried not to breathe. His phone buzzed again.
RULE #1:
DO NOT MAKE A SOUND. THEY HEAR HEARTS.
The thing reached the doorway.
Its head twisted around 180 degrees, staring at him with eyes that had sunk too far into the skull. Its jaw hung open, stretching lower… lower… until it split down the middle. It smiled.
He sprinted.
The moment his foot hit the stairwell, the siren screamed again—short and sharp. Emergency lights flashed, revealing handprints on the walls.
They were fresh.
They were bloody.
They were clawing outward.
Outside, the city was wrong.
Bodies stood frozen in the streets like mannequins. Cars were crashed but still humming. Every digital screen flickered to life at once.
DAY 1 / 100
ONLY ONE MAY LIVE
The bodies moved.
Their necks snapped toward him in perfect unison.
Eyes opened.
Mouths stretched wide and wider…
And then they began counting.
“Ninety-nine…”
Arun ran until his lungs tore.
But the streets bent.
His apartment.
On the balcony.
At 3:17 A.M.
His mobile rang.
Unknown number.
He answered without thinking.
His own voice whispered back:
“By Day 100…
you won’t remember being human.”
Something grabbed his shadow and pulled it screaming off the ground.
The siren howled.
The counting continued.
And Arun realized the truth—
He wasn’t being chased.
He was being prepared…
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