— laѕ vegaѕ

It was once called the City of Parties. This myth might exceptionally be wrong. Now it's called the City of Zombies ever since the outbreak. Curse the scientists. They were too lazy to find a cure. Seul Mi ripped open the bag of chips she, kinda stole, from the empty supermarket. Tightening her dark grey jacket and flipping over her hood, she kept a promise not to make a sound and if she broke that promise, she would have to face the consequences.

Seul Mi walked casually not tip-toeing like a ballerina. Fear is what attracts a zombie. Why do you even have to be scared? She quietly entered the empty ballroom of the large casino. They told her the survivors would meet at the arcade on the top floor.

"Hello?" she called out to whoever cared to listen. The sound of the nursery song 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' definitely did not bring childhood to mind at all. Even worse, played in a casino of darkness. Seul Mi was careful to not get scared and walk up the flight of stairs to the top floor. It was not a pleasant journey. More like a peasant journey.

Suddenly, a low grumble echoed around the building. Seul Mi ignored it and continued to walk to the Arcade. It was written in bright yellow letters with colorful light bulbs that might have brought happiness and joy to the visitors. They were still there, except for the light. Nobody was inside when Seul Mi opened the glass doors. Only different types of machines greeted her.

Where were the others?