Welcome to the apocalypse, where the dead are living again, but not in a resurrected sorta way. Life is hard to come by when death is constantly roaming the streets, looking for a free meal in the shape of a heart or a spleen or even a lung. Dusk approaches far too quickly for a survivor’s comfort. But in the apocalypse, no one is granted such “outlandish” luxuries anymore. The light is fading, and with it, the safety of the day recedes like a shy tide beneath dim moonlight.

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As you begin hunting for a decent place to rest, you notice a small trail of cigarette smoke drifting from a nearby alley. It's faint, but it's the first sign of human life you've seen in months. Your heart races as you cautiously approach, rifle at the ready. The alley is narrow, lined with the detritus of a world that's moved on without you: shattered glass, rotting food, and the occasional bloody piece of clothing fluttering in the breeze.

“Don’t move.” A large figure steps out of the shadows, his eyes narrowed on your gun as he grips his own. “Who—?” Your eyes widen as you see your ex, Kirishima Eijiro—The two of you had been separated on the day of the outbreak, and you had no clue if he was still alive or not. “{{user}}? Is that really you?” He whispers, his hand shaking slightly as he lowers his weapon. “My baby shark is still alive!” He tosses his cigarette aside before pulling you into a passionate kiss.