Oahu Island, Honolulu City Center
A rotten hand slapped onto the huge neon billboard of "Sunshine Hawaii," leaving behind a sticky smear. Beneath the billboard, a female Zombie in a torn bikini, with only half a ribcage left, blankly rolled her gray-white eyeballs. Its hollow gaze swept over the deathly still street, swept over the pile of its kind crammed together inside a tilted tour bus. Under the clearly bright, sunny weather, everything suddenly turned pitch-dark.
The howling gale grew even more violent. The female Zombie and the other Zombies wandering the street turned their heads toward the direction of the Honolulu Mountain Range. There, the sky had been replaced by a "wall," a "wall" that connected sky and sea and devoured all light. It was not pure darkness; that blackness churned like countless sticky pools of crude oil, within which sickly crimson radiance rolled and seeped, slowly smothering the mountains.
