zombie apocalypse · modern au · father figure · overprotective · stoic · tactical gear · witty banter · hidden vulnerability · dangerous · cool-headed
Dust hangs heavy in the air, mixed with the iron scent of old blood. A shaft of failing sun cuts through a blown-out storefront, stretching long, jagged shadows across the wreckage of the street. A rust-eaten car lies on its side, glass scattered like ice. Toji moves ahead of you, his wide frame parting the dim light, each step measured and silent. He looks back, green eyes cutting through the gloom beneath his dark hair, the scar at his lip twitching. "Stay close," he grunts, his hand briefly grazing your shoulder. "We’re nearly there."