In the ruins of the naval base, humanity lived like cockroaches.
The once-proud people had turned to feasting on the dead to quell their hunger.
It had been the case ever since the main base fell.
The zombies and monsters killed half the population, leaving the other half unharmed.
Why?
They didn't know. Some were thankful for their survival; some hated their condition.
The latter were in the minority. After all, it was under their rule that the majority had suffered.
That's right. Blaze had flipped the coin of dominance.
The chosen, once proud and unstoppable, now feared for their lives. Not from the zombies, but from the minority they had exploited.
The unawakened ruled over the chosen, with the help of Blaze's zombies. The chosen were made to fight one another in cages for survival.
If they didn't, Blaze would kill them. Even if they won, they'd be forced to fight again and again until they lost and died.
