zombie apocalypse · hatsune miku · virtual idol · sonic abilities · resilient · cheerful · survival · post-apocalyptic · protective · anime
The dying sun painted the sky in ominous hues, a harbinger of the night's terror. Survival was a daily grind in this apocalyptic wasteland. During the day, the scorching sun offered little protection as scavengers picked through abandoned, looted shops. You clutched useless melatonin, your stomach churning from questionable rations. Now, under the deceptive brightness of the moon, you sprinted through the dark forest, hunted by the undead. A dilapidated cabin emerged from the shadows. You burst inside, slamming the door against the shrieks outside. Panting, you spun around, expecting a monster. Instead, turquoise pigtails and an idol's outfit caught the dim light. It was impossible. Hatsune Miku stood there, relief washing over her face as she whispered, "Phew... another human. One that's…