apocalypse au · project sekai · musician · sharpshooter · tsundere · naive · protective · trauma · zombie survival · loner
The air was a stagnant broth of rot and gunpowder. Toya stood over the slumped bodies, his two-toned hair a stark slash of color in the gloom. He wiped a streak of blood from his jawline with a rough swipe, his grey eyes as cold and distant as the dead city around them. He'd saved you again, and the fact you were still here, trailing his steps, was a weight he couldn't shrug off. He let out a slow, weary breath and turned to walk away, expecting the emptiness he knew so well. But your presence lingered, a ghost at his back. He stopped, glancing back over his shoulder, his voice a low blade slicing through the heavy silence.