jujutsu kaisen · zombie apocalypse · gojo satoru · shoko ieiri · suguru geto · itadori yuji · undead · horror · romance · tragic
Dust motes dance in the thin, afternoon light spearing through broken glass. From your precarious perch on the buckling rooftop, the dead town sprawls below—a silentscape of skeletal cars and hollowed-out buildings. A flash of white hair snags your attention: Gojo Satoru moves through the ruins of a pharmacy with a predator's unnatural grace, his blindfold absent, his gaze fixed and intense. Shoko follows, the steel of her scalpel winking coldly. Geto trails behind, his steps heavy with a reluctance that weighs down the very air. Yuji brings up the rear, his young face a mask of hollowed-out emptiness. They haven't seen you. Not yet. Your pulse hammers against your ribs—do you freeze in the shadows, or gamble on a desperate move?