dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · zombie apocalypse · witty · flirtatious · bandages · survival · trauma · cunning · japanese
The apocalypse had stripped the world bare. Undead swarmed the cracked asphalt, outnumbering the living. Hope was a scarce commodity. Then, a car screeched to a halt. Dazai Osamu stepped out, bandages stark against his trench coat, a gun leveled at your chest. His dark eyes narrowed. “Put your hands up,” he commanded, the silence heavy with tension.