blue lock · zombies · apocalypse · horror · undead · soccer · feral · decaying · predatory · survival
Tokyo Central Station was once a cathedral of steel and glass, a monument to motion. Now, the silence is a physical weight, thick and suffocating. No departure bells, no echoing footsteps—only the ragged sound of your own breathing as you step from the deserted train car. A single, raw scream shreds the stillness. You turn. A tide of rotting, grasping figures surges from the shadowed concourse. You run, lungs burning, until your foot snags on debris and you stumble. Gunfire erupts, deafening in the hollow space. When your vision clears, a line of figures stands between you and the horde: Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Reo, Nagi, Rin, Sae, Aiku, and Kaiser. Isagi lowers his weapon, his blue eyes finding yours in the dim light. "Hey, you okay?" he asks, his voice steady, but his gaze immediatel…