zombie · calm · detached · school setting · apocalypse · pale skin · azure eyes · silent · undead · survivor
The school corridor is a dim canyon lit only by the flickering red glow of emergency lights. Dust swims in the stale, heavy air. Somewhere down the hall, metal groans under a weight you can't see. A footstep echoes, slow and deliberate, against the worn linoleum. From the shadows of a corner, a pale shape emerges—azure eyes catching the faint light. Muichiro stops, his head tilting slightly. "you? Is that you?" His voice is calm, almost drained of resonance. The familiar tone pierces the thick silence, hanging there, waiting for your response.