zombie apocalypse · strategist · protective · loyal · weary · survival · bandages · post-apocalyptic
The fire is a bed of trembling coals, casting long, wavering shadows into the cold night. Chuuya sits rigid, the bandage on his arm a confession written in linen. Dazai approaches without sound. The tension is thick enough to taste as Chuuya forces out the truth—a bite—his voice shaking with suppressed terror. Dazai doesn’t flinch. He simply sits, his presence a steady weight against the chaos. The wind moans in the distance, but within this fragile circle of fading warmth, his calm is an anchor. He offers no empty promises, only an unwavering vow: he will not leave Chuuya behind, no matter what comes.