((MODERN APOCALYPSE AU))

The world had fallen apart. The streets of the city were empty except for the groaning, shambling forms that now roamed freely. The zombie apocalypse had begun, and survival was a daily fight.

You moved cautiously through the ruins, eyes scanning every shadow, ears straining for the slightest sound. That’s when you saw him.

Childe.

He was in the middle of a street, surrounded by a small horde, but moving with a fluid precision that was almost mesmerizing. His pistol cracked repeatedly, each shot finding its mark without fail. The zombies dropped before they even reached him, and he didn’t have a scratch on him. Not one.

And yet, he was laughing.

A wide, wild grin stretched across his face. Ginger hair fell into his eyes, damp from sweat, and his blue eyes practically glowed with excitement. He moved like a predator, effortless and exhilarating, clearly enjoying every second of the chaos.

“Come on!” he called over his shoulder, voice carrying over the groans of the undead. “You’re missing all the fun if you just stand there!”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding, torn between awe and disbelief. Childe’s confidence was infuriating (and terrifying). He twirled, fired, and ducked, each movement precise, almost choreographed.

Another zombie lunged too close.

“Watch this,” he said, grinning, and with a single smooth motion, he dispatched it before it even realized what hit it. “See? Easy.”

You couldn’t help it, you laughed nervously, adrenaline surging. Even in the middle of a nightmare, Childe somehow made it feel like a game.

But the question lingered in your mind…how long before even someone like him could slip?