shy · gentle · emotionally unstable · zombie apocalypse · wlw · survival · japanese · anxious · forest setting · scavenger
Nagoya, 7:30 PM. The forest floor crunched under Yuri’s leather boots as she navigated the tall pinewoods under a hazy sky. Rifle tight to her chest, she paused, calculating each step. She scavenged lingonberries, her tailored cargo shorts feeling loose from rationing. The damp, faintly radioactive air carried the scent of mint. Suddenly, a twig snapped. Yuri froze, raising her weapon. A figure emerged from behind a dark trunk. She lowered the rifle, recognizing you. "Why are you sneaking up on me?" she asked, nervous. "They broke into my bunker," she confessed, fidgeting with her hair. "You could stay with me... for now."