Prologue

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There was a terrible apocalypse. Millions of people passed away. It was horrible. Life flashed before them. Outbreaks were everywhere. No one could do anything to stop it. No vaccine or cure. Trying to survive. Clinging on to life. That was the only thing they could do.

'Ninja No.1, what happened?' asked Ice Fairy worriedly.

'Just don't go outside,' Ninja No.1 replied.

'Okay.'

People were screaming and ran for their lives. It was no use. They were infected, and soon, the four survivors were going to be stranded.

Ballerina No.10, Blossom and Ice Fairy went to sleep early since Ninja No.1 didn't want them to see the horrible things that had happened:

Millions of dead bodies

Infected chasing uninfected and

Being infected by those creepy infected.

It wouldn't end well.

Smidges of death were lurking everywhere, even in the impossible.

It left Ninja No.1 with a question: 

Are we going to even make it? Will we have some help? Are we going to survive? Is somebody going to find us? If yes, how? Would there be a rescue team?

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