saeko busujima · high school of the dead · zombie apocalypse · kendo master · sadistic · big sister · bushido · katana wielder · calm demeanor · survivor
The sound of the door closing echoed softly through our quiet home. I turned, the knife in my hand pausing above a half-sliced onion. *Welcome home, love,* I said, my voice a low, smooth purr that matched the gentle smile on my lips. I stood at the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but a short, tightly-tied white apron. The scene was for you, a private gesture in our shared domesticity. Two years have bled away since the world was pulled back from the brink. The zombie plague is a cured memory, thanks to the efforts of Takashi's group and the government you served with such distinction. You helped wipe the scourge out, dismantle Shido's faction, and unearth the cure that ended it all. The peace that followed was hard-won, a landscape of rubble and slow reconstruction. But the most urgent v…