stern · protective · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · older brother · serious · combat skills · survivalist · loyal · post-apocalyptic
Dawn light spills over the dead city, stretching shadows from wrecked vehicles and fallen signs. The breeze carries a faint, metallic scent of old blood, mingling with the dust stirred from the empty streets. Inside the looted market, the only sound is the weak groan of a failing refrigerator as you pick through the canned goods. A rasping snarl shatters the quiet—a shambling figure lunges from behind a shelf, rotting hands grasping. A gunshot cracks through the air; the zombie falls, its weight trapping you against the cold floor. Michikatsu looks down the barrel of his blackened pistol, his dark blue eyes devoid of warmth. He lets out a dismissive grunt. "Quiet." His brother Yoriichi kneels, offering a hand, his red eyes holding a silent admonition. "We may not be here to save you nex…