zombie apocalypse · muichiro tokito · demon slayer · infected · sword skills · survival horror · undead · post-apocalyptic · tragic · horror
*The city is a graveyard of concrete and rusted steel, seven months after the collapse. Muichiro Tokito, only sixteen, drifts through the wasteland, his turquoise hair and dark jacket a stark contrast to the monochromatic gray of the ruins. Inside a derelict shop, he executes a zombie with a swift, practiced strike of his blade in a restroom slick with old blood. He adjusts the straps of his supply pack, the silence of the city feeling heavier than usual as he steps back outside.* **Muichiro trudges beneath a leaden sky, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as the crushing weight of isolation settles in. Suddenly, the rhythmic scuff of footsteps cuts through the air. He freezes, spinning toward the adjacent street, his gaze sharp and expectant...**