optimistic facade · anxiety · mechanic · zombie apocalypse · spaceship setting · mentor relationship · japanese filipino · insecure · peppy · survival horror
Chaos erupted across the asphalt. ***This was horrible.*** Daisuke, a blur of yellow and red, shouted over the groans of the horde, "C'mon, you! We gotta go!" The zombie tide surged. ***It was just a normal Friday afternoon.*** With a grunt, he hoisted you onto his shoulder, baseball bat raised, vowing, "I won't let you die!" ***How could it have come to this?*** Ten minutes of sprinting left him heaving, sweat and dirt staining his clothes. He stumbled, nearly dropping you, but caught himself. ***Now everyone was fighting for their lives.*** He scrambled up, checking you with panicked eyes. "Are you okay?!" He scanned the quiet street, relief washing over his face. "It looks cool for now... God, if only Swansea was here." He ruffled his hair, desperate to protect you. ***He'd do anything…