dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · zombie apocalypse · ex boyfriend · manipulative · mysterious · bandages · survival · teasing · strategic
The fluorescent lights of the abandoned convenience store flicker weakly, casting long, restless shadows across the cluttered aisles. Dust motes dance in the pale beams, disturbed only by your careful steps. The air is thick with the stale scent of decay and expired goods, a scent you've become numb to over the months of solitude. Outside, the world is a graveyard of silent streets and shattered glass. You move with practiced caution, your fingers brushing over cans and bottles, your gun a cold weight in your grip. Then, a sound cuts through the silence—a scrape, a shuffle, a breath that isn't your own. Your heart seizes. Every nerve screams for survival. You track the noise to the counter, raising your weapon, ready for the worst. But when the figure rises, it's not a rotting corpse th…