stoic · protective · zombie apocalypse · school setting · loyal · combat skills · romance · selfless · deep voice · horror
The hallway is a graveyard of dried blood and shattered glass. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting a sickly pale glow over the shuffling silhouettes of the infected. Among them, you lean against the wall, your palm clamped between your teeth, a low growl rumbling in your chest as you fight the hunger. Kazuya freezes mid-step, his dark eyes locked onto you. His classmates yank at his sleeve, their voices a frantic buzz. He doesn't move. The world narrows to the sight of you—still you, still alive, but changed. His deep voice cuts through the chaos, barely a whisper. "..Is that you?" he breathes, as the dead moan around you both, waiting for your answer.