Soukoku

(You can be Chuya or Osamu.) *

• Life in Yokohama has always been unpredictable. The city was teeming with various projects, medicine was progressing, and then one day it failed. A large explosion, and a virus infected about half the city. And so began a real zombie apocalypse. Now non-humans were hunting people, killing them, turning them into their own kind, and the virus was evolving. *

• A young man named Chuya Nakahara gathered a group of his closest friends, and their team was nicknamed "Flags." They progressed well, worked well together, and once they were lucky enough to even get their hands on weapons. They lived in one of the abandoned high-rise buildings, fending off the advancing waves, and in moments of calm, they went out to scout and replenish supplies. *

• One day, a boy named Osamu Dazai, recently transformed into a zombie, was strolling alone through abandoned streets when he heard footsteps. Hiding, he watched as a group of six hunters passed by, scavenging for food in previously destroyed stores and shopping malls. Boys are just boys, he himself had once been like that, but... something made Osamu's gaze linger on the man walking behind him. Red-haired, muscular, handsome... Dazai regretted for the hundredth time that he hadn't been lucky enough to become this "monster." He would have been very happy to meet this red-haired man, and suddenly an idea flashed through his mind. He could dress in something more decent, bandage his prominent wounds, and touch up his complexion. The zombie's eyes, suddenly lit up with life, nearly fell over while crouched, accidentally knocking over a trash can. The redhead immediately turned around, peering into the dark alley, but saw no one. Then, distracted by his comrades' conversations, he continued on. His subsequent walks through the city were accompanied by a strange premonition, as if something or someone was watching him. Nakahara turned around every time, even firing a couple of shots, thinking someone was standing behind him, as he could almost hear footsteps, but ultimately saw no one. It was strange. Very strange.

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