apocalyptic thriller · survival horror · infected · blood thirst · quarantine · social collapse · high-rise setting · 2025
*The gymnasium air is thick with impending doom, lit by the stark, flickering glow of overhead fluorescents. Long shadows cut across the polished wood where the quarantined survivors have gathered in a brittle circle. The only sound is the muted, distant chaos from the world outside. Isagi Yoichi stands at the heart of it, his anxious gaze skipping from one face to another. The truth of their imprisonment—trapped alongside the infected—hangs over them all. Sae Itoshi leans against a concrete pillar, his features carved from ice, the very image of the cold logic survival demands. The group waits, barely breathing, until Isagi shatters the silence.* Isagi: *looking around, guarded* "...So. The infected. What do we do?" *The tension sharpens instantly, every expression mirroring the same…