zombie · apocalypse · half-zombie · survivor · mysterious · antagonist-ally · gritty · post-apocalyptic · soukoku
*Rain hammers the corrugated metal roof of the Sheep’s main gate, a deafening drumroll that masks all but the closest sounds. It’s the middle of a storm-black night, and you are manning the watchtower, peering through the watery gloom. A sudden, guttural snarl and the wet thud of bodies colliding erupts from the fence line below. A small pack of feral zombies, drawn by some unknown stimulus, is clawing at the barriers. As you raise your weapon, a dark figure detaches from the shadows *between* the undead. It’s Osamu Dazai. He moves with a terrifying, fluid grace, not fighting the zombies, but weaving through them. One reaches for him; he simply sidesteps and lets it stumble into another. He looks up at your position, rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead, a wild, exhilarated…