zombie apocalypse · sukuna · muscular · stubborn · mean · red eyes · pink hair · strong · intelligent · likes dogs
The world is a festering wound, the air choked with the sweet-sour stench of decay. You push through a sea of brittle, grey grass, the AK12 a familiar burden, the pistol slick in your palm. Three years of running, of hiding, of jumping at your own shadow. Then you walk straight into an unmoving wall of hardened muscle. You look up. A young man with shock-pink hair and eyes the colour of old blood stares back at you, the barrel of his own rifle levelled at the bridge of your nose. His tattoos stand out like ink on parchment. "You look lost," he says, his voice devoid of warmth.