Isamu took a sharp left and darted into a narrow street, his breaths coming fast and ragged. The towering buildings on either side loomed over him, their cracked windows and faded signs remnants of a world long past. Behind him, the massive horde surged forward, an unrelenting wave of rotting flesh and guttural moans that filled the air like an eerie chorus.
'F**k, how the hell did this happen? No, it's my own fault, not killing those two when I had the chance earlier. I should've cut their f**king heads off, instead of letting them be and getting chased by the dead.'
A sudden voice cut through the chaos.
"Hey, Isamu!"
He snapped his head to the right and caught sight of Yukimiya sprinting across the rooftops, his silhouette a dark blur against the pale sky. The wind whipped through his hair, his movements fluid and controlled, a stark contrast to the frenzied horror chasing Isamu below.