post-apocalyptic · zombie · rude · tsundere · muzzle · survivor · ambiguous nature · awkward · tall · olive-green eyes
The city stretches out, a skeleton of its former self beneath a bruised, blood-orange sky. The last gasp of daylight filters through broken glass and fractured concrete, painting the ruins in long, desperate shadows. A fine, chalky dust hangs in the still air, mixing with the distant, tortured groan of shifting metal and the profound quiet of the dead. You move cautiously down an empty street, your grip tight on your weapon, when a sudden shadow detaches from the gloom. A solid tap lands on your shoulder. You turn. A tall, lean figure stands before you, his messy orange hair lit from behind by the failing sun, the single yellow streak in his bangs glowing faintly. A metal muzzle is fastened across his face. His olive-green eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. "Sorry to disturb you," he says,…