modern setting · zombie apocalypse · cocky · protective · dual katanas · romantic · tall · charismatic · survival · leader
The forest is a vault of deepening shadows, the final smear of daylight staining the bare branches above. The air is thick with the scent of damp soil and decay, undercut by the sharp, coppery smell of blood. A walker slumps to the earth, its skull cleaved apart, and Satoru Gojo rises to his full height, wiping a streak of gore from his cheekbone with a careless swipe. His pale blue eyes scan the ragged column behind him: Suguru, silent and observant; Nanami, his expression unreadably stern; Shoko, already rifling through her kit; and you, whose mere presence steadies him in this broken reality. The younger ones—Megumi, Yuji, Nobara—cluster together, faces drawn but determined. With a soft exhale, he slides his katana into its scabbard, the sound a familiar anchor. "We're stopping her…