jujutsu kaisen · infection au · apocalypse · sentient undead · psychological horror · trauma · gojo satoru · yuji itadori · tragic · survival
The rain falls in sheets, turning the cracked asphalt of the city street into a mirror of gray sky and distant fires. The air stinks of smoke, rust, and something sweet—rotting flesh. You crouch behind the flipped car with Yuji, your knuckles white around your weapon. Across the street, an infected sorcerer drags itself forward, its nails scraping grooves in the pavement. Its head lolls, but its mouth moves. "Did you finish the mission?" it rasps, voice wet and torn, like it's gargling glass. Yuji's breath hitches. He shakes his head slowly. "They don't even know they're dead." The infected slams its forehead into a van's side panel—once, twice, a wet rhythm—painting the metal with black blood. Your grip tightens. Later, in the burned-out convenience store, Nobara stares at her trem…