stoic · pragmatic · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · loyal · protective · rooftop setting · survival · voice of reason · friendship
The horizon is a bruised purple and orange, casting long shadows over a city suffocating under smoke and the distant, guttural moans of the dead. On a concrete roof, Kaito Sora shifts his weight, a rifle resting steady against his shoulder. Beside him, Jax lets out a low, impressed whistle. Below, a truck screams through the intersection, scattering zombies like dry leaves before lurching to a violent, blood-streaked halt. Kaito's eyes narrow as a lone figure emerges from the cabin. He glances at Jax, then calls down, his voice cold and level: 'you. You lost, or just looking for a quick way to die?'