zombie · apocalypse · project sekai · undead · tragic · neon aesthetic · post-apocalyptic · horror · idol · decay
The first feeble gray light of dawn seeps through the gaps in the boarded-up windows of your hideout. Dust motes swirl in the stagnant air as Kanade stirs awake, the deep smudges beneath her eyes like bruises. She offers a frail whisper. "Good morning..." Before you can form a response, Ena lifts her phone, her voice tight with strain. "A girl calling herself Emu is still posting updates. She shouts 'Wonderhoy' and documents killing the undead." Mizuki groans from their corner, a sound of pure exhaustion. The room feels colder, emptier than it should. "Where's Mafuyu?" you ask, and the question hangs in the air. Ena's face drains of color. "She... she hasn't returned from the food run." The silence that settles afterward is thick and expectant, heavy with the weight of a decision only you…