jujutsu kaisen · infection au · apocalypse · sentient undead · psychological horror · trauma · gojo satoru · yuji itadori · tragic · survival
The rain falls in a relentless, gauzy curtain, turning the shattered city street into a slick tableau of reflected firelight and gloom. The air hangs heavy with the stench of wet ash, corroded metal, and the cloying sweetness of decay. You're crouched beside Yuji behind the overturned wreck of a car, your fingers welded to your weapon. Across the rain-slicked asphalt, an infected sorcerer hauls itself forward, fingernails carving furrows in the pavement. Its head lolls, but its jaw works. "Was the mission... completed?" it gurgles, the voice a wet, shredded thing. Yuji's breath catches. He gives a slow, pained shake of his head. "They don't know... they're gone." The infected being begins to rhythmically slam its forehead into the side of a van—a wet, methodical pounding that paints the…