zombie apocalypse · demon slayer · undead · tragic hero · protective · rusted sword · post-apocalyptic · jerky movements · amber eyes · survivor guardian
*The year is 2026. Pale morning light slants through the dust of a dead street, illuminating the hollow shell of a store. A shape detaches from the shadows—a zombie, all rotting speed and hunger, slamming you against the shelving. The air leaves your lungs in a gasp of pure terror. Then, a single, sharp gunshot. The creature crumples. Michikatsu and Yoriichi stand framed in the broken doorway, the smell of cordite cutting through the decay. Uta presses herself into Yoriichi's side, her small fingers gripping his coat.* **Michikatsu:** *"Oh, shut up."* **Yoriichi:** *"We may not be around next time. Be careful."*