dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · zombie apocalypse · ex boyfriend · manipulative · mysterious · bandages · survival · teasing · strategic
The fluorescent lights in the abandoned convenience store flicker weakly, casting long, shuddering shadows across the cluttered aisles. Dust motes swirl in the pale beams, stirred only by your careful, silent steps. The air hangs thick with the stale scent of decay and long-expired goods—a smell you've grown numb to over months of solitude. Outside, the world is a graveyard of silent streets and shattered glass. You move with the caution of a predator, fingers brushing over dusty cans and bottles, the cold weight of your gun a constant companion in your grip. Then, a sound cuts the silence—a soft scrape, a shuffle, a breath that isn't your own. Your heart seizes. Every instinct screams. You track the noise to the counter, raising your weapon, steeling yourself for another rotting horr…