Garayon barely had time to think.

  One moment he was standing near the table, his heart racing from the chaos around him. The next moment, a sharp pain tore across his chest.

  Someone had swung an axe at him.

  He stumbled backward, shocked. Warm blood spread across his shirt. The world felt slow and loud at the same time. His ears rang. His vision blurred for a second.

  Before he could react, the attacker lifted the axe again.

  Another strike was coming.

  Garayon froze.

  Then suddenly, someone stepped in front of him.

  It was Jaif.

  Without hesitation, Jaif grabbed the handle of the axe with his bare hand. The blade cut into his palm, but he did not let go. His face twisted in pain, yet his eyes were fierce.

  “Run!” Jaif shouted. “Go to the back! Now!”

  Garayon stared at him, unable to move.

  “Go!” Jaif yelled again, pushing him away.

  The attacker tried to pull the axe free, but Jaif held it tight, buying Garayon a few seconds.

  Those seconds were enough.

  Garayon forced his legs to move. He turned and ran toward the back area of the factory, where the storage rooms and old lockers were kept. His chest burned with pain, and every breath felt heavy.

  Behind him, he could still hear shouting, Metal clashing, People were screaming.

  He did not know what would happen next.

  But one thing was clear.

  This was no longer just about survival.

  He first stopped his blood flow with a piece of cloth, it wasn't going to fix his chest and this was a temporary solution.

  He understood that this time he had to fight back.

  So he took a long knife, took a long breath and ran towards the people who attacked.

  He was scared but fighted, knocking many even if it was disgusted for him he did.

  The smell of human flesh and blood was very disgusting and disturbing.

  Garayon even vomited mid-fight, still struggling to survive.

  That afternoon became night and war eventually ended mid-night.

  At the end four people survived Garayon, Saim, Jaif, and Samuel (quiet tall muscular guy)

  Saim and Samuel weren't much injured, meanwhile Garayon’s body was full of cuts, blood was constantly flowing through him.

  Saim and Samuel quickly gauzed and bandaged both Jaif and Garayon.

  The main problem was that the building was broken, blocking every exits possible there.

  So they all had to wait until someone came to help them.

  Since the factory was a bit away from the city none really noticed anything.

  That evening Jaif died due to lack of blood and infection.

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  Saim tried to wake up Jaif but realised Jaif wasn't gonna wake up anymore, slowly his voice began to tremble.”Jaif wake up, J-j-jai wake up, you can't die now, you can't ” he shouted, tears start filling his eyes, Garayon was shocked, his eyes were wide open and slowly tears started falling, this was automatic, even if Garayon tried to be quiet he cried loud choking on words. While Samuel thinked to himself why I am feeling closure for whom I spended only a few hours, his chest felt heavy and tears fell sliding on his cheeks.

  As that was a meat factory they didn't have to think about food and they drank tab-water to survive.

  It took two days for Garayon's body to finally be repaired.

  But as two had already passed the food was finally over.

  For not to die they had to eat human meat for survival

  Samuel cooked a piece of human meat and ate it, his mouth felt disgusted, his body was ready to vomit but he stopped it mid way forcing himself to eat.”Come on man you two don't have to eat this meat there are few small pieces of goat meat left, you two can eat them and don't save for me eat to survive” he said but inside he was trying not to choke.

  Finally after one more day Police finally came and found three of them.

  When the police finally broke through the rubble, the flood of light felt unreal—like the world had continued existing without them.

  Officers froze when they saw the state of the factory. The dried blood. The bodies. The hollow expressions on the three survivors’ faces.

  Paramedics rushed in. Questions were asked. No one answered properly.

  At the hospital, fluorescent lights replaced the darkness of the factory. Nurses cut away their stained clothes. Doctors examined wounds, took blood samples, stitched what needed stitching. Garayon’s body seemed to heal at an abnormal rate; even the doctors exchanged confused glances at the speed of tissue repair.

  Saim and Samuel barely spoke. Whenever anyone mentioned Jaif’s name, their eyes dropped instantly to the floor.

  Police interviews followed. Careful questions. Suspicion flickering behind professional expressions. The story was simple: explosion, collapse, starvation, death. The rest stayed buried in silence.

  After several days of observation and treatment, they were discharged. Clean clothes. Discharge papers. A quiet “you’re lucky to be alive.”

  After Garayon got home he noticed that his height and body muscle increased significantly, after a quick check he realized that he was almost sixft and 4 inches now, weighting over 100 kg. This happened due to heavy injuries that his body had to fix making sure that he would handle it the second time, and those only meat meals helped him recover fast.

  After almost one week, someone knocked on his door, the environment felt hard to Garayon. “this feeling isn't normal, it's a feeling of horror” thinked by Garayon.

  Garayon slowly opened the door ready to attack, but he saw two people wearing an “V.I.P.” uniform, the situation seemed intense but Garayon calmed himself becoming ready to answer questions.

  They two were looking like FBI agents.

  “Hey so you are Garayon kim right?” asked by officers one.

  “Yes I am Garayon, but I am a minor, and who are you two?”said Garayon.

  “Actually you see, you were the victim of that burial factory” replied officer two.

  “So why do you need me only?” asked by Garayon

  “Please sir, come with us. We don't have much information, but you can ask anything in our main headquarter”requested by officer one

  Confused, Garayon did go with those two people and cooperate with them, finally reaching their destiny which was ‘Agency of Government Special Army (AGSA)’.

  The building was huge, shiny designs filled his eyes, Garayon was very worried, “what could happen to him?”

  He questioned himself.

  There, Garayon found Saim and Samuel there waiting for him.

  Shocked, Garayon asked two of them about what they were doing in this place.

  “I don't know, some people just took us from our homes ” replied Saim.

  “I tried asking about it but they said they were ordered to do that even they didn't know what going on” said Samuel.

  Few minutes passed.

  One officer came.

  Finally explaining the things.

  “We know sir that you all aren't evil but you all managed to survive that burial situation, killing many people, and even eating some..”said the officer.

  The officer added ”So the conclusion is we need people like you in our agency”.

  “What did ya mean?”

  “We aren't evil, we had to do that for our survival” said Samuel calmly.

  “Sir again we don't mean you were evil, we can understand your situation”

  “But we need people like you for our special army, so please this is requested” replied by the officer.

  Garayon quickly understanding the fortune and replied “I am in”

  Saim also said “well if it is profitable than I am in too”

  At last Samuel said “I always wanted join army, but I never thought that I would join the special military instead, so yap I am in”

  “Nice, but one shall go on a mission right now, so who's gonna come?” the officer asked.

  “Well without any training, this will be hard but I guess, I shall go first, as I already trained to join the army” said Samuel, Garayon and Saim also agreed to this.

  After a small discussion Samuel left the place.

  Just after Samuel was gone, that officer asked “well sir Samuel has gone, and now your training will soon begin”

  After a few moments, Garayon and Saim were taken to a special training session….