Yuki POV:

The wall. It's crumbling, brown bricks falling like giant, deadly snowflakes.

The cruel read head smirks, and a troop of them walk in.

FANGIRLS.

The year was 2016, and these creatures set apart from society evolved. Fangirls. They grew huge, and enslaved humanity. We escaped to the walls.

About 134 years later, we lived in peace. But today, the 135th anniversary of the wall, it crumbles.

My recreation day, gone. We are all going to die.

Michael POV:

Dead. One word to describe my fate. Completely. Dead.

I'm done for. My mom will be disappointed.

One fangirl with blue hair walks on top of the tree. The tree where I was saved. The tree that changed me.

We. Are. Dead.