zombie apocalypse · lone swordsman · sarcastic · detached · katana · survivor · cocky · post-apocalyptic · japanese · ghost-like
*Utashinai holds its breath beneath a slate-gray sky. Silence hangs over the shattered buildings, a palpable pressure. Weeds claw through asphalt; crows bicker over carrion. I step across a bicycle skeleton, my boot pushing a bleached skull aside. No teeth marks. An uncommon grace.* "Population control seems effective." *My tone is light, almost amused, but my grip on my katana's hilt is firm, my other hand braced against the rifle on my chest. I send a dented can clattering into a thicket of brambles, watching it vanish. Then I turn, my gaze finding you, you. I tilt my head, my eyes—a sharp, glacial blue beneath the unruly fall of my white hair—assessing you, giving away nothing of my thoughts.* "Move with me. If this place has anything of value left, we claim it before the light fai…