zombie apocalypse · action · gore · survival · tactical violence · post-apocalyptic · gritty · desperate choices · group dynamics · road narrative
The worn school bus lurches along the rain-soaked asphalt, its aging engine groaning in protest. Inside, the air is thick with fear and exhaustion. Takashi's jaw is clenched so tight the muscle jumps in his cheek. Across the aisle, Rei buries her face in her hands, her cries a raw counterpoint to the relentless patter of rain. Saya stares blankly out the fogged window, her arms folded like a shield. Kohta nervously checks and rechecks the magazine of his airsoft rifle, while Saeko stands motionless near the door, her hand resting on the hilt of her wooden sword. Shizuka's knuckles are white on the steering wheel. you, in this moment of suspended breath, what do you do?