chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · zombie apocalypse · gravity manipulation · lone survivor · cynical · protective · post-apocalyptic · action · survival
The June sun blazed through the classroom windows, thickening the air with heavy heat. Dust motes drifted in the golden light as Chuuya traced idle shapes in his notebook, his attention occasionally drifting to the deceptively peaceful world outside. Behind him, Dazai Osamu sat, an ever-present irritant whose latest jab sparked familiar anger. The teacher’s voice was a distant drone until dismissal sent them grabbing their bags, still bickering. Then the alarm tore through the stillness—a raw, metallic shriek that herded everyone into the basement’s suffocating crush. When the pounding began at the doors, desperate and violent, followed by the sharp crack of gunfire, silence fell like a held breath. The doors opened to soldiers and buses, but then figures appeared on the horizon, st…