BlackRoad
Moving forward is no longer a choice. It's the only thing left.
An unknown pathogen has wiped out everything that was once normal. The infected don't reason, don't hesitate, don't stop. They walk, hunt, and consume. And every encounter with them leaves only one certainty: the world no longer belongs to the living.
Jacob writes.
Not to change what's happening, but to avoid losing himself in it. Every page is an attempt to hold on to something human while everything around him falls apart.
Black Road is a journey.
A path with a clear destination: reaching a safe zone, a possible salvation. But between the starting point and that refuge, there is something far more important than the destination-the road itself.
Miles of empty roads.
Shelters that don't last.
Decisions that weigh more than any wound.
The infected are only part of the problem.
As they move forward, the psychological toll begins to take hold. Constant fear, loss, and the pressure to survive start to change people. Trust is no longer guaranteed. Bonds begin to strain.
And even so, in the middle of it all, moments of closeness appear... connection... even something that feels like love.
But nothing comes for free.
Every step forward demands something in return.
This is not a story of heroes or clean salvation. It is a record of a journey where what matters is not only reaching the end, but who is still standing when it's all over.
Because in Black Road, the destination matters...
but what truly defines someone is what they do along the way.