Transformed Into A Piece Of Land

The shadows swallowed everything, twisting people into grotesque creatures of nightmare. Yet my fate took a stranger turn—I became the very earth beneath their feet. Alongside the few survivors who escaped this curse, we struggle to endure. We till the soil, raise barricades, and fight not just the horrors outside but the creeping despair within. In this shattered world, we cling to the last embers of hope, guarding what little remains of our humanity. Each day is a battle against the encroaching dark, both around us and inside our hearts. The land I’ve become is both our refuge and our prison, a fragile stronghold in a world gone mad. We plant seeds in defiance, knowing every sprout is a rebellion against the end. The walls we build are as much against our own fears as they are against the monsters. Survival is no longer just about living—it’s about remembering what it means to be human. In this bleak existence, even the smallest acts of kindness are a beacon against the night.