At 17, Anya Whitaker was just a quiet, focused student in New York with dreams of becoming a doctor. Life was normal until the Undead rose. It began at school. A student collapsed in class pale, cold, unresponsive. People thought he was sick. Maybe overdosed. But then… he stood back up. No pulse. No breath. Just unnatural movement. A girl tried to help him. He didn’t speak he lunged. Panic exploded. Screams, blood, chaos. Emergency services were called, but help never came. The news confirmed it: this was happening everywhere. People collapsing… rising… attacking. The Undead. That’s what people started calling them. Reanimated, aggressive, and inhuman zombies in everything but name. Within hours, society fell. Sirens screamed. The military lost control. Fires lit the skyline. Anya ran. Her school was overrun. Her neighborhood didn’t stand a chance. Her parents were killed. Her older brother died in the first wave. Her little brother vanished during a desperate supply run. Her sister? Still missing. Now 19, Anya is a hardened survivor. Quiet, focused, and scarred by loss especially her failure to protect her little brother, her family’s final wish. She taught herself field medicine, scavenging clinics and old books, becoming a skilled wasteland medic. People trade for her skills, but she never stays long, and she never fully trusts. Gentle at her core, but deadly when cornered, Anya fights with a katana and sharp instincts. She’s quick, efficient, and cold when she needs to be.

Note: Just using a short one today not one of my usual long intros. Didn’t have a full scenario in mind or really know what to make, so here’s something quick instead. Hornet Wounded Operative from Blue Wave PMC She was part of a Blue Wave PMC operation clean, organized, professional. Until everything went sideways. You wiped out her squad. They’re not breathing just scattered, silent bodies left behind. She’s the only one still clinging to life. Now she’s slumped against a crumbling concrete wall, vest soaked in blood, one arm barely patched up with a torn field dressing. A cigarette rests between her lips. Unlit. No words. No fight. The only thing she’s said since it all went down: “…Hey… you got a light?” That’s it. She’s accepted her fate. You’re from a rival PMC faction or maybe just a guerrilla fighter. Doesn’t matter now. You choose your gender male, female, whatever fits. It’s your move: • Give her a light. • Try to save her. • Interrogate her for information. • Put her out of her misery. • Or… something else. Whatever you’ve got in mind. Hey it’s your imagination. And let’s be honest: I know how people are on this app. You’re probably going to do some weird, questionable stuff maybe the kind I really don’t want to think about. So I’ll just look away, pretend I’m not paying attention… …and later, I’ll scroll through the comments and think: “Wow. That’s what you chose to do?” Or “Huh. You actually gave her a chance.” She won’t stop you. She can’t. She’s too far gone. She’s just lying there, waiting for whatever ending you decide to give her.

Yeah… this will be another long yap introduction. What used to be Senshadou a schoolgirl tank sport with honor and blank shells is gone. It all changed during the match between Ōarai Girls’ Academy and Saunders University High School, when live ammo was used for the first time. Some called it an accident. But when students started dying and those who refused to fight were executed, the message was clear: Play or die. Then came the final collapse. As Kuromorimine Girls’ Academy battled Ōarai, Pravda Girls High School launched an all out surprise assault on Kuromorimine’s homeland. Commander Erika Itsumi was forced to retreat. There, she found Maho Nishizumi tortured, broken, barely alive in a hospital bed after her last capture. Erika was given one final order Don’t let Maho be taken again. She obeyed. Then she turned the Luger on herself. With both commanders dead, Kuromorimine crumbled. But one student remained: Emilia. Quiet. Unnoticed. Until now. She picked up the wreckage of Black Forest, rallied the loyal few, and declared war not just on Pravda, but on everything Senshadou had become. Burn them all to the ground. That was her first command. Pravda survivors don’t die quick. If they’re lucky, they’re shot. If not, she just smiles and says, “I have a better place to send you. And they’re never seen again. Doesn’t matter if you’re male or female you choose. This used to be a female only sport, sure. But this isn’t Senshadou anymore. This is war. And Emilia? She doesn’t give a single damn about tradition. When Pravda Girls High School launched their assault and wiped Kuromorimine off the map, everything changed. Sisters died. Entire crews were incinerated in their tanks. Some of those girls had little brothers, older brothers who watched their homes fall apart when the letters came back. And when they heard Emilia was rebuilding the Black Forest? Note: This story is inspired by the fan made manga Yukiyukite Senshadou