There once was a place where happiness was a way of life. A place where laughter echoed through the streets, and people lived with hope in their hearts. That is where I wanted to spend my life, with my best friend, Saanvi Hikari.
But wanted is the word. Because that world no longer exists.
The year is 1525. And the world has turned into a hellscape.
Humans are no longer human. They've become savage creatures—monsters who've lost their humanity. They bite, devour, infect. And those who are bitten turn into the same. The undead. The soulless. Zombies.
My name is Aarav Takeshi, and I'm a hunter. Not by choice, but by fate. These monsters took everything from me. My joy. My childhood. My reason to live. And now, all I seek is revenge.
It all began when I was just ten years old, in 1515. Back then, I was just an orphan boy wandering the streets, begging for food and water. Then one day, I met a girl—Saanvi Hikari.
She brought me to a place where other children like me lived. She was our leader, strong and kind, stealing to feed us, protecting us like a big sister. I learned later that she too had been abandoned. Yet, she carried her pain like armor, always smiling, always giving.
We became best friends. Partners in crime. We stole, survived, and built a little world of our own. But happiness never lasts, does it?
The villagers discovered our thievery. They tightened security, and food became scarce. One day, I left the village to find food in the forest. It took me three days.
When I returned...
Death had visited our home.
Thirteen children. Lifeless bodies. I stood frozen in horror. But then, they rose. Their eyes... empty. Their faces... monstrous.
They were no longer children. They were hungry.
And I was prey.
Just as I was about to be devoured, the village's strongest warrior—the man I idolized—appeared. He fought them off and screamed at me to run. He told me about a bunker in his home where I could survive.
I ran.
I survived.
In the bunker, I found others—survivors. Saanvi was among them. We built walls, fortified the village, and began fighting back. Hope returned.
And with it, love.
Saanvi and I fell in love. We decided to marry.
But fate, once again, was cruel.
On our wedding day, the village was attacked.
Zombies. Again.
I tried to fight. I tried to save her. But I was too weak.
She pushed me away to save me.
I ran. Again. I was a coward.
Then I heard her scream.
Something inside me shattered. I fainted.
And I dreamed.
I saw an angel—an Angel of Death—take me to a place beyond reality. Two beings stood before me: the Fragment of Light and the Shadow of Darkness. One male, one female. They told me Saanvi still lived. That the Zombie King had taken her.
They gave me powers. Divine powers. I was reborn—ten times stronger than any human. And I was given a weapon:
The Scythe of Death.
I woke up. Reborn. My flesh restored, my soul ignited.
I fought. I avenged. I rebuilt.
I searched for Saanvi.
On the road, I met three sisters. They were surrounded by zombies. I saved them.
The youngest, Muskan, called me "brother."
Something warm stirred inside me.
But I collapsed. Starvation, exhaustion.
When I awoke, I was in their home. They had cared for me.
The healer, Juli Raees. Her elder sister, Sarah Raees, a martial artist. And little Muskan.
They told me their brother had died saving them. And they wept.
I held Juli's hand. Promised them protection.
And for the first time...
I felt like I had a family again.
But my heart still searched for one person.
Saanvi.
Would I find her?
Would I be in time?
Or was I already too late?