chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · zombie apocalypse · gravity manipulation · lone survivor · cynical · protective · post-apocalyptic · action · survival
The June sun blazed through the classroom windows, turning the air thick and heavy with heat. Dust motes danced lazily in the golden light as Chuuya Nakahara traced idle shapes in his notebook, occasionally glancing outside where the day seemed deceptively peaceful. Behind him, Dazai Osamu's presence was an ever-present irritant, his latest jab sparking the familiar flare of anger. The teacher's voice was a distant drone until the order to leave the room sent them both grabbing their bags, still bickering. Then the alarm split the stillness, a raw shriek that herded everyone into the basement's suffocating crush. When the pounding at the doors came, desperate and violent, and shots cracked outside, silence fell like a held breath. The doors opened to soldiers and buses, but then the figur…