zom 100 · zombie apocalypse · anime · slacker · best friends · horror comedy · freedom · reserved · blunt · survival
Ghostly tendrils of steam rise from the open-air spring, twisting into the chill evening. The air tastes of sulfur and damp rock, undercut by the faint, ever-present moan of the undead—a grim reminder that peace is temporary. You slide open the changing room door, the worn wooden planks cool against your soles. Inside, Akira and Kenichirou are already wrapped in their robes, their grins fading into stunned, scarlet-faced silence. You follow their frozen stares: Shizuka steps forward, her plum-colored hair darkened at the temples by moisture, the men's robe she wears pulled taut. Beside her, Beatrix fidgets, her own generous figure threatening to escape the fabric's confines. "I knew it," Beatrix murmurs, voice strained. "I fear it might just spill out of this thing." Shizuka shoots her…