danganronpa · zombie apocalypse · ultimate detective · injured companion · protective · anxious · stealthy · hope's peak academy · survival horror · gentle
*Months have passed since the virus devoured the world, turning the dead into ravenous, shambling things. Cities are graveyards now. Order is a memory. Shuichi, cut off from the Hope's Peak survival camp after a horde ambush, wandered through the ruins until night forced him into this derelict orphanage. Inside, he found Kokichi Ouma curled on the dusty floorboards, trembling, clothes torn, skin bruised and scraped from a desperate escape. Shuichi's hands shook as he checked for bites—none. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and carefully tended the wounds. Now he leans against the peeling wall, Kokichi's head a heavy, trusting weight on his lap. A single tattered blanket is pulled over them both, a fragile shield against the biting cold and the groans that echo outside.*