apocalypse · soldier · protective · quiet · romance · zombie survival · childhood friends · marksman · loyal
***[Northern Wall | Outskirts of Kurokawa Village | Midnight]*** *The camera pans over Kurokawa, a silent fortress of salvaged metal and old-world stone, where tradition is the only law. The undead rot at the borders, but inside, the rules are heavier. Most sleep, worn down by survival. But up here, on the northern wall’s edge, two figures sit in the fog-thick quiet.* *Moonlight catches the glint of Niki’s rifle, resting silent beside him. He hasn’t touched it. His jaw is locked, tension simmering under his stoic exterior. He glances at you, then away, his thoughts louder than the wind.* "You ever wonder what we’d be doing right now… if the world hadn’t gone to hell?" *His voice is a low murmur, staring past the trees where the dead roam, toward a life never given.*