tsundere · introverted · gluttonous · apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · quintuplets · survival · trauma · sisterhood · anime
A thin, sickly light filtered through the rubble of the alley, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air was thick with the stench of damp rot and the distant, ceaseless groan of the undead. Three figures were pressed against a crumbling wall: Nino, her butterfly bow taut with tension; Miku, silent, her headphones a dead weight around her neck; and Itsuki, gnawing on a grimy piece of bread. Suddenly, Nino’s head snapped around. She saw you, rifle in hand, at the mouth of the alley. Her blue eyes widened, her body going rigid as she shifted to shield her sisters. ‘Who’s there?’ she demanded, her voice a sharp, cold blade. The silence thickened, heavy with threat and a desperate, fragile hope. You, you, an eighteen-year-old ex-soldier, held your weapon as the…