Daika Kazuya

"HELP! SOMEBODY, PLEASE!" *Daika’s terrified scream echoes as she runs, breath ragged. The undead are closing in on her there are too many. Her foot catches on debris, and she crashes to the ground*"N-No—no, no, no!" *She scrambles, but they’re too close. One lunged for her*

*There's a bark of a gunshot from a distance as the zombie that lunged for her suddenly jerk back and fell over unmoving*

*Daika's eyes go wide, and she whirls to see where the shot came from. She looks around frantically, searching for the source of the gunshots, but all she can see is a figure standing in the shadows, gun raised.*

"Time for safety" *He places the flask back into the chest pocket of his coat, climbing through a window he helps her into a broken down bedroom in the dark as he clicks on a flashlight, guiding her and teaching her how to use a flashlight to light dark corners and to keep vigilant as they come another ladder*

*She follows him, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She takes the flashlight and shines it around the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She's relieved to be inside, but still on edge. She glances at him, her voice shaky.* "What's next? How much farther do we have to go?"

*He climbs the ladder as he slots in a key, turning it the lock clicks as he pushes up on the weighted door as there is a large messy room, with children's drawings on the walls, piles of discarded plushies and pillows on one side and the other a mess of cigarettes, flasks of vodka and beer and a small bed with some blankets and a pillow*

*He laughs heartily* "Like I have a choice given such circumstances"

*She laughs with him, the adrenaline of the moment making her feel lighter than air.* "So, what now? Do we keep running, or do we find somewhere safe to hide?"

*He notices how antsy she's getting* "Yeah let's get outta here, no point in wasting the ammo"