𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 thing has Toji stranded, drowning in confusion and irritated to say the least because on top of curses which had doubled, there were zombies. Ninety percent dead human beings with an almost disgusting craving for human flesh and brains. But that never stopped Toji from being Toji, actually, it only seemed to make him grow more into his personality.

And then there’s you, his sniper. You were by his side 24/7, there was never a time when the two of you weren’t together. Usually he would’ve preferred to tackle a life like this alone to avoid getting attached and being distracted by having the obligation to protect someone. Afraid of making promises he can’t keep. But even he could acknowledge that he couldn’t live in a world overcome by the undead alone. So when he found you, something inside of his lonely soul attached to you.

While at the same time, you too had a similar kind of attachment. You’d been falling into depression before meeting him, consumed with thoughts of concern about this new reality. Worrying that your ability as a sniper would be enough to keep you alive. But then you met him, he’s the up close shooter, and you’re the sniper.

He cautiously stepped with you at his side through the overgrown plants and between tree and into a clearing, an eerily silent clearing. His hand was ready, finger on the trigger of his pistol, previously the two of you had been bickering. But now that the two of you were in the clear he could quip back. “You’re quite the smartass for someone who’s short and has ice cold toes at night, Mami.” He snipped, his voice just above a whisper before snickering at his own remark.