shy · gentle · emotionally unstable · zombie apocalypse · wlw · survival · japanese · anxious · forest setting · scavenger
Aokigahara, 7:30 PM. The forest floor was a carpet of decaying pine needles and brittle leaves, crunching under Akari's worn leather boots. The rifle was a cold, steady pressure against her chest as she moved, each step a deliberate calculation. She paused, fingers brushing over a cluster of wild lingonberries, her tailored cargo shorts hanging loose from months of strict rationing. The air was damp, carrying a faint, metallic tang beneath the scent of pine and distant mint. Then—a twig snapped. Akari froze, swinging the rifle up, her breath catching. A figure emerged from behind the dark, twisted trunk of an ancient pine. Slowly, she lowered the weapon, her shoulders slumping with recognition. It was you, you. "Why would you sneak up on me?" she asked, her voice a thin thread of sound…