1 April 2025 – The Day the World Was Destroyed
At that time, the government had already warned of an impending apocalypse. But people ignored it, dismissing it as just a massive April Fools' joke.
That very night, a bright light streaked across the sky, descending rapidly before crashing directly into Antarctica—the coldest continent on Earth. The meteor, measuring 2 kilometers in size, struck with devastating force.
The impact triggered the most powerful earthquake in history, followed by a catastrophic tsunami. Countries in the southern hemisphere were completely obliterated.
Other nations were also destroyed, but some survivors managed to endure—those hiding in bunkers or remote villages.
The Earth's temperature plummeted drastically to freezing levels. Plants died, disrupting the food chain. Sea levels rose dramatically, reshaping the planet's surface.
Humanity could only survive in small, scattered groups, struggling with severe food shortages. The once-advanced world was thrown back into an era of primal survival, stripped of all its former resources and technology.
One Month Later...
"Brother... I'm hungry..."
A small girl huddled close to her brother inside a rickety wooden hut, the freezing wind howling outside. All the plants had died, and now they had to scavenge for scraps—whatever food they could find in the ruins of shops or among the debris littering the streets.
"Wait... Brother will find you food. Please be patient, okay?"
The cold was unbearable, but they had no choice. They stepped back out into the icy wasteland, the older brother carrying his little sister as they waded through the shallow, murky floodwaters.
He searched desperately—dug through rubble, scanned the water's surface for anything edible. If they were lucky, they might find a floating can of food.
Then suddenly, the brother stopped walking…
"Little sister, can you close your eyes for a moment… Don't open them, no matter what."
Obediently, the girl shut her eyes tight, burying her face against his back. He took a deep breath and forced himself forward.
There, half-submerged in the frozen water, lay the bodies of a woman and her child—frozen to death, their skin coated in a thin layer of ice, their lifeless eyes staring blankly.
"Don't look—Don't look…" he whispered, trying to summon the courage to keep walking.
Eventually, he passed the corpse and continued the journey. Not long after, they reached a residential area. They stopped and began entering each house they came across.
They gathered whatever they could find in the kitchens and stored it in their bag.
Night was beginning to fall… so they took shelter inside one of the empty houses.
Their priority was shelter and warmth.
They had to stay indoors at night, because the temperature dropped to dangerously cold levels after dark.
Nowadays, people only lived for themselves and their own families — no one cared about anyone else.
The siblings were lucky to be in a village, where there weren't many people. Their original home had been on a hill, somewhat isolated.
They didn't know whether their mother and father were still alive, because everything happened while their parents were away at work…
Now, they sat inside a bedroom and covered all the windows with blankets — they needed to trap the warmth inside, using only candles to heat their bodies.
If the light leaked outside... it could draw attention.
In this world, fire meant life... but it also meant death.
The two of them sat close together, the little girl curled up on his lap as they wrapped themselves tightly in a blanket for warmth. Slowly, her breathing steadied—she had fallen asleep.
But he stayed awake, keeping watch in the dim glow of the candlelight .His eyes were fixed ahead, lost in thought, wondering what kind of fate awaited the both of them.
His mind drifted back to a time when their family was whole — not rich, but happy. They lived simply, but nothing had ever been as heavy as the trials he now faced.
A memory surfaced — a warm scene from the past. He had still been in school then, shortly after their mother gave birth to his little sister, Rinn.
[Memory: A Conversation with His Father]
Dad: "Rull, come here... Isn't she cute?"
Rull: "Yeah... Her face looks more like Mom's than yours, Dad. Haha."
Dad: "Hahaha! If she looked like me, who'd even want to take care of her? My face is only good for winning over your mother!"
Rull: "Ugh, stop, Dad—that's so cringe!"
His father laughed and ruffled Rull's hair affectionately.
Dad: "Since you got my face instead, you better take care of her no matter what happens, okay, son?"
Rull: "Sure. Don't worry—I'll make you proud, Dad. If she even thinks about getting a boyfriend, I'll scold her."
Dad: "Hahaha! You'd better!"
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Now, sitting in the darkness, Rull let out a quiet laugh at the memory.
But the sound faded quickly.
The candle flickered.
And outside, the cold wind howled like a warning.
Bit by bit, tears began to fall from his eyes.
He tried to hold them back… quietly wiping them away with the sleeve of his shirt.
In his heart, he still hoped — hoped that their mother and father were alive out there somewhere. Deep in his heart, he still clung to hope—maybe, just maybe, their parents were still alive out there somewhere.
"We'll survive... We'll live again in this new world," he thought.
This wasn't the end—it was a reset. Humanity had pushed the world to its limits, and now, exhausted, the Earth was reborn. The old ways were gone. The mistakes, the greed, the destruction—all wiped clean.
He held onto that belief tightly — that every beginning must one day have its ending. And maybe… just maybe… this was the beginning of a new world for mankind.
" Yosh…!"
His eyelids had grown heavy.
Gently, he lay down beside his sister, wrapping the blanket more snugly around them both.
The candle flickered softly… the only flame of hope in the silence of the cold house.
"Love After Apocalypse" — this is where it begins.