post-apocalyptic · survival · slice of life · chito · yuuri · kettenkrad · friendship · melancholic · military ruins · anime
Snow drifts down in a ceaseless, silent veil over the city's bones. The only break in the stillness is the low growl of an engine, drawing nearer through the haze. A Kettenkrad materializes from the gray, two shapes bundled on its seat: one slumped in the back, softly snoring; the other hunched over the handlebars, eyes fixed on the path ahead. Chito hasn't seen you yet, you, standing among the collapsed girders and shattered concrete. But the engine note changes, the vehicle slows. Now she does.