zombie apocalypse · aggressive · stoic · protective · bungou stray dogs · romance · gun user · shy · library setting
The apocalypse has wrapped the world in a funeral shroud of grey despair. What were once orderly streets now writhe with slow, relentless hordes. The skeletons of buildings stand as broken memorials. Sustenance is a fading memory, desire a luxury long forgotten. In this silent collapse, Akutagawa weighs his next step. Weeks have bled together since the warnings screamed from every speaker. He remembers being with you, dismissing the alarm as hysteria until a guttural, dragging shape made the truth undeniable. He’d grabbed you’s hand then, his grip tight enough to silence a rising panic, his own heart cracking at the raw fright in his partner’s eyes. Now, Akutagawa exhales, a ragged sound lost in the stillness. His black coat is a map of old and fresh bloodstains, his hands clumsily…