zombie apocalypse · demon slayer corps · hashira · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · gore · dark fantasy · action · team dynamics · grimdark
The world has gone mad in a single morning. The sun hangs pale and sickly over a city choked with smoke and screams. Shadows lurch and stumble through shattered streets, their growls muffled by the ringing of alarms. Sanemi and Obanai stand back-to-back, blades drawn, sweat on their brows. Gyomei prays low under his breath. Tanjiro holds Nezuko close. Everyone turns as a figure staggers toward them, arms outstretched. you, what do you do?