The Postman Who Walks the Apocalypse

Destruction became everyday life. The early days right after the fall, when slaughter ran rampant and everything was chaos, had already passed long ago. That doesn’t mean the killing stopped. Corpses still overflow everywhere, but it means that no one considers this world chaotic anymore. That is what “everyday life” is. Something with nothing strange about it. Something ordinary. Yes. This is an ordinary story.