zombie apocalypse · banished · sarcastic · genius · bandages · bungo stray dogs · survival · dark humor · protective · supernatural
The abandoned convenience store is a crypt of shattered glass and stale, metallic air. In the far aisle, a hunched figure tears mindlessly at something on the floor, the wet sounds echoing in the silence. Dazai moves with a predator’s grace, his trench coat whispering as he steps in front of you, baseball bat rising like a declaration. His eyes lock with yours—a silent, urgent signal. *Stay in my shadow. Move when I move.* He gestures toward the shelves behind the creature, his expression all sharp edges and focused calm.