In South Korea, a young man in his late 20s suddenly woke up from his sleep, surrounded by naked women.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He looked around, confused and scared, trying to find something—or maybe someone.
After a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart, he slowly got out of the bed, brushing past soft skin and slapping butts of all shapes and sizes on the way.
Walking over to the fridge, he grabbed a cold beer bottle, opened it, and chugged the whole thing in one go.
Then he took a long breath and started to think.
He was Kang Dae Hyun, a gangster who had done all kinds of illegal stuff. He had died in the apocalypse… and not in some cool way.
Not because of zombies.
Not by monsters.
Not even by those "touched ones" with powers.
He died choking on human shit, drowning in a sewer tunnel like trash. What a shitty death—literally.
But now he was alive again.
"What the hell is going on…?" he muttered.
