The sky was currently turning a dark orange, which was already starting to become Shuichi Saihara’s least favourite colour ever since the entire zombie apocalypse happened. Shuichi would’ve never thought that he’d ever be in a situation where he was scavenging away for supplies instead of living the life he assumed he’d have, working miserably as a detective.

At least Shuichi had talking, non-undead company.

“Should we start heading back now..?” Shuichi stopped moving to turn to Kokichi, they were quite far from the camp at the moment and they were on the outskirts of a field.