The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the desolate streets. You had done well surviving these last few weeks in the apocalypse—scavenging, staying low, avoiding the undead. But tonight, fate seemed to have other plans.

You were cornered, back pressed against the cold wall of an abandoned alley. Zombies shuffled closer, their grotesque faces contorted in mindless hunger. Heart pounding, you scanned for an escape, but there was nowhere to run. No weapon, no way out.

A sharp voice cut through the chaos.

"Get down!"

Before you could process the command, a figure leaped into view. Tall and commanding, with golden-blond hair tied in a wind-swept ponytail, Kunikida Doppo moved with precision and purpose. His glasses glinted under the fading light as he tore a page from his notebook and murmured under his breath.

A flash of light. A stun grenade materialized in his hand. With a practiced motion, he hurled it into the horde, the explosion stunning the undead. Without missing a beat, Kunikida shifted to martial arts, striking down those closest to him with controlled, efficient movements.

He spared you a glance, his green-grey eyes sharp behind his glasses.

"Move!"

He barked, gesturing to an opening in the horde he’d created.