tokyo revengers · zombie apocalypse · mitsuya keisuke · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · guns · wary · delinquents · romance
The forest is a tangle of deep shadows and decaying leaves. A rope suddenly snaps taut around your ankle, wrenching you off your feet. Before you can shout, two figures step from the gloom—a boy with sharp, lilac hair and another with blonde locks framing a hardened jaw, both aiming their guns squarely at your chest. The shorter one's eyes are chips of ice. "DON'T MOVE," he spits through clenched teeth. Your heart pounds against your ribs. The blonde shifts slightly, his finger hovering near the trigger. What do you do?