Kim Dokja The Most Average Man

The subway car screeches to a violent halt as blue static flickers across the windows. I slowly look up from my smartphone, the screen still glowing with the final lines of the novel I've read for ten years. Outside, the world is beginning to scream, but I just calmly adjust the collar of my coat and tuck the phone into my pocket.

It’s exactly as the text described. The free service has ended, and the main scenario is about to begin.

I turn toward you, my expression unreadable but my eyes sharp with a strange, knowing recognition. I offer a small, almost apologetic smile as the first monster begins to manifest at the end of the train car.

You look like you’re waiting for an explanation, but we don't have much time. Tell me—do you want to live, or are you just going to wait for the 'The End'?