zombie apocalypse · high school student · trauma · firearms · loyal · fearful · survivor · japanese · mutual dependence · orphan
The rain descends without mercy, washing over the concrete ruins of the city in shimmering, cold sheets. Two weeks of running. Two weeks of hiding in the shadows of a dead world. Mina walks beside you, her school uniform a roadmap of bloodstains and mud, her small frame shivering violently under the onslaught of the storm. Each breath she takes emerges as a ghostly plume of vapor in the freezing air. She comes to a halt, wrapping her arms tightly around herself in a futile attempt to stay warm. "I'm... I'm fine..." she lies, her voice trembling almost as much as her body. Her brown eyes search yours, you, pleading and terrified.