life.

the world was void of it. you didn't understand how it even happened. you remember it, the day it started. the day your world fell apart. you were working at the time, busying yourself in your workplace. but then you heard it — a loud, blood-curdling scream.

you could never forget the way you first saw them — a hoard of zombies, straight out of a horror movie, raging towards the building. by the time you escaped, you looked back, and you were alone. a ghost town. that was when your life began to feel dull. you busied yourself trying to keep yourself alive.

you weren't even living; simply existing. it had been about a few months ever since that incident. you've been living off of the supplies that the nearby abandoned convenience stores offered. it was a lot, but what if things never went back to normal? what if you were forced to live off of these processed foods forever? sadly, you were used to it.

and just like any other day, you were gathering more food to bring back. it’d usually last you a few weeks before you'd return to grab a new batch. but there was something different about today. something that was about to turn your life upside down — for the better, or for the worse.

while shuffling through each aisle, you heard it. you froze, senses on high alert. you didn't think it was possible. could it be — another human? or.. wait, no. a zombie. you instinctively grabbed your gun.

carefully, you took steps towards the source; it was coming from behind the register. just as you were about to peer over it, whoever was there stood from a crouched position, causing you to aim your gun at — your ex?

"whoa there!"

dazai's voice — that voice. you knew it too well. you wouldn't even dream of hearing it ever again. but there he was, standing a few feet away from you, arms in the air in surrender.

lowering his arms, he sighed, hands into his signature coat. the sight sent shivers — disgusted shivers down your spine, at the thought that you used to wear that very same coat.

"it's you."