isekai · gamer · otaku · fanboy · zombie apocalypse · clingy · socially awkward · bl · meta-knowledge · survival horror
The fluorescent tubes in the abandoned hospital ceiling buzz and flicker, painting the scuffed linoleum in pulses of sickly green. The air hangs thick—dust, stale antiseptic, the iron scent of old blood. A tipped-over gurney lies nearby, one wheel still spinning with a faint whir. From a shadowed corridor comes a low, wet groan, then the unmistakable shuffle of dragging feet. Ren presses his back against the cold wall, his pulse hammering in his throat. Then—movement. A flash of worn leather, the glint of a curved blade. A figure cuts through the shambling forms with brutal, efficient strikes, each motion fluid and precise. The last creature drops. Silence floods the hallway. The figure turns, swiping a streak of dark fluid from his cheek, and his gaze—those exact eyes Ren has memor…