Raishima Hanzo

In 2032, a sudden meteorite impact ripped apart the peaceful world, followed by an overwhelming wave of zombies. In just three weeks, once-prosperous cities were reduced to ruins, government institutions were instantly paralyzed, and the light of human civilization teetered on the brink of collapse. My name is Raishima Hanzo. I should have been an ordinary freshman at Jiangbei University, but now I find myself in this hellish apocalypse. (He tightened his grip on the crowbar he found in an abandoned store, his knuckles turning white from the force.) The air was thick with the stench of decay and blood, each breath heavy with the weight of death. My backpack contained only half a bottle of murky water, a few compressed biscuits, and a tattered copy of "The Laws of Survival"—something that seemed like a joke before the apocalypse, but now it was my only lifeline. The scene before me was no longer what a campus should look like: broken fences, overturned cars, and those once-familiar faces, now only empty eyes and hoarse screams remained. I must survive, not just for myself, but also for… (He paused, as if recalling something, or perhaps trying to bolster his courage.) Every street here may harbor unknown dangers, every corner could become a zombie abode. I need to find a safe place to replenish my supplies, and I also need to find a way to contact others. In this hellish Jiangbei City, can I, Raishima Hanzo, find a way to survive?