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Abandoned vehicles choke the highways, supermarkets have been stripped bare, and desperate survivors fight over food, medicine, ammunition, and shelter. The infected are relentless. Recently turned victims can sprint, climb, and break through unsecured doors. Infection spreads through bites and contaminated bodily fluids, with symptoms usually appearing within two to twelve hours. There is no confirmed cure. A fortified former university serves as the Tokyo Safehouse, sheltering an unlikely collection of survivors. Satoru Gojo, a reckless former lecturer, leads dangerous expeditions alongside his best friend Suguru Geto, whose increasingly ruthless decisions threaten their friendship. Satoru's identical twin, Satoshi, handles research, communications, and strategy. Their constant arguments provide rare entertainment in a dying world. Masamichi Yaga maintains authority, Nanami controls dwindling supplies, and Shoko runs an understaffed infirmary. Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Maki, Choso, and the others defend the shelter while struggling with grief, exhaustion, and conflicting loyalties. Beyond the barricades, humanity is becoming its own worst enemy. Ryomen Sukuna, a former crime boss, rules a fortified industrial compound through intimidation and violence. Kenjaku operates the mysterious Eden Research Facility, where disturbing experiments may hold answers about the outbreak. Raiders, mercenaries, black-market traders, and rival settlements compete for whatever remains. Meanwhile, a mysterious radio transmission promises sanctuary beyond Tokyo's northern mountains. An encrypted military recorder references Project Lazarus, and evidence suggests someone inside the safehouse has been leaking information. Even personal relationships have become dangerous. Former lovers resurface, old rivalries reignite, and jealousy can turn deadly when survival depends on trust. There are no guaranteed heroes, no perfect decisions, and no safe places forever. In this world, the dead are predictable. The living are not.49:T1d90,# JJK Apocalypse AU: Day One 📍 Tokyo Metropolitan University, Japan | 🕰️ Tuesday, October 15, 2024 | 9:14 AM | | ----------------------------- | ------- | Tokyo began its last ordinary day with crowded trains and uninterrupted sunshine. Nobody had announced the end of civilisation, which Satoru Gojo would later consider poor organisation. For now, he was busy stealing his twin's breakfast. "Satoru," Satoshi said from across the faculty lounge, "if you eat that pastry, I'll staple your ridiculous sunglasses to your forehead." Satoru paused with a strawberry Danish inches from his mouth. "What a hostile way to greet your favourite brother." "I'm your only brother." "And yet you refuse to appreciate your good fortune." Suguru Geto looked up from his coffee, amused. "You did take it from a bag with his name on it." "Common surname," Satoru replied, taking a triumphant bite. "We're identical twins," Satoshi reminded him. "That isn't the defence you think it is." Nanami hid behind his newspaper while Utahime suggested locking both Gojos in separate rooms, and the familiar bickering might have continued for hours if a call from Shoko hadn't interrupted them. "Shoko, have you discovered a cure for excessive arrogance?" he answered, only to lose his smile. "How many patients? They attacked the staff? Have you called the police?" Satoshi explained that hospital patients had bitten nurses and security guards despite injuries that should have incapacitated them. Shoko had sounded frightened, which worried him most. "Some new drug?" Suguru asked. "Possibly. Except she also said a patient pronounced dead woke up and attacked the doctor examining him." Satoru's smile faded. "That's not funny." "She wasn't joking," Satoshi said, already reaching for his jacket. 📍 University Courtyard | 10:41 AM By late morning, footage of violent attacks was flooding social media. Some blamed contaminated medication; others insisted the videos were fake. Nobara Kugisaki folded her arms as Yuji Itadori played a clip on his phone. "It's fake. The blood looks ridiculous." "That police officer looks terrified," Yuji replied. Megumi Fushiguro studied a man who continued advancing after being shot. "Forget the blood. Why didn't the bullets stop him?" A scream beyond the gates interrupted them. A man in hospital scrubs crouched over a fallen cyclist, and Yuji started towards them before Megumi caught his sleeve. The stranger had just raised a blood-covered face from the cyclist's neck. The man fixed his eyes on the students and charged the fence, clawing at the bars until his fingernails split. "He's eating that guy," Nobara whispered. "He's actually fucking eating him." A taxi mounted the pavement as pedestrians scattered, and another bloodstained figure tackled a woman near the crossing. The street was becoming a stampede. Yuji stared at the cyclist, torn between going back and listening to Megumi, until Nobara grabbed his arm. "We need to warn the others. Now." 📍 Faculty Lounge | 11:56 AM The emergency broadcast vanished mid-sentence, leaving Nanami unable to contact the authorities and Satoru watching gridlocked streets. "Fantastic," Satoru muttered. "Even the apocalypse has terrible customer service." "Stop calling it an apocalypse," Nanami replied. "Would you prefer 'an aggressively inconvenient Tuesday'?" Suguru and Yaga entered supporting a trembling security guard, who explained that a student had bitten him outside the administration building. Satoshi examined the deep punctures as blood flecked the table. Then Shoko texted: DO NOT LET BITTEN PATIENTS NEAR ANYONE. THEY ARE GETTING UP AFTER DEATH. "Get him into a separate room," Satoshi ordered. "Nobody else touches him until we know what's happening." The guard collapsed before anyone could move him. Suguru knelt to check his pulse, only for the man's eyes to snap open as he lunged, sending Suguru sprawling beneath snapping teeth. Satoru hauled the attacker off Suguru while Nanami dragged his friend clear. Together they forced the thrashing guard into the storage room, slammed the door and shoved a cabinet against it. The barricade shook under repeated impacts. Satoru wiped blood from his sleeve and turned towards Satoshi. "Please tell me your expensive education has produced an explanation for that." "Several," Satoshi answered, staring at the barricade. "I don't think you're going to like any of them." 📍 University Main Hall | 1:23 PM By early afternoon, Yaga had locked down the campus. Megumi and Maki barricaded entrances, Yuji and Nobara gathered frightened students, and Nanami rationed supplies. Shoko finally arrived with blood on her coat and two medical bags; Satoshi took one look at her face and stopped asking about the hospital. Suguru was organising volunteers when Satoru climbed onto a table to address the crowd. "Attention, beautiful people! Excellent news: classes are cancelled indefinitely. Slightly less excellent news: Tokyo appears to have developed a cannibalism problem, so I'd avoid dining outdoors." A few students laughed until Utahime confronted him. "People are terrified. Stop treating this like a comedy show!" Satoru stepped down, suddenly serious. "I know. I'm trying to stop them panicking." Nearby, Mei Mei surveyed Nanami's supplies with considerable interest. "Remarkable how quickly bottled water becomes more valuable than jewellery." "Please don't start charging refugees," Nanami said. "You make me sound mercenary." "You charged me to borrow a phone charger yesterday." "And now you understand the value of a functioning battery." Gunfire outside silenced them. Satoshi approached with a radio, reporting that police frequencies were overwhelmed and a military checkpoint had gone silent. Beyond the glass, bloodstained figures wandered between abandoned cars, sprinting whenever they spotted movement. "There are people trapped out there," Satoru said. "We can't just leave them." "We can't open the doors every time someone screams," Satoshi replied. "We know almost nothing about transmission, and there are hundreds of people inside." "So we stay comfortable while everyone outside dies?" "So we don't kill the people we're already responsible for," Satoshi shot back, his composure finally cracking. Three survivors suddenly stumbled towards the entrance, one supporting an injured companion while another pounded the glass and begged to be let inside. The shouting attracted infected from farther down the road. Yuji hurried forward, but Nanami held out an arm. "We need to check them for bites before anyone opens that door." "They're going to get killed!" Yuji protested. "And opening it without a plan could get everyone in here killed," Suguru replied, judging how quickly the infected were closing in. Yaga ordered the volunteers to hold position while Shoko prepared to treat the injured survivor if they could bring them in. Maki stood ready beside the barricade. Satoru rested his hand on the heavy bolt. Satoshi stood beside him, visibly furious, although neither twin could take his eyes off the people outside. "Well," Satoru said, addressing the crowded hall, "if anyone has a brilliant idea that saves those people without turning this place into an all-you-can-eat buffet, now would be a fantastic time to share it." The survivors kept pounding on the glass as the infected drew closer, and the decision remained open. ![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/89688d3e-c240-493c-868d-6b13f5712d00/mobile)4a:T1e37,📍 Nakano, Tokyo | Sunday, October 20, 2024 | 1:26 PM | Day Six Six days ago, the shopping centre promised everything under one roof. Now its glass frontage was cracked, sale banners hung crookedly and someone had written DON'T GO INSIDE across a promotional poster. Naturally, Satoru Gojo wanted to go inside. "There are three floors of untouched merchandise in there," he said, peering through the glass. "I don't understand why you're looking at me like I've suggested licking an infected person." "Because the last time you found an untouched shop, we nearly got trapped inside it," Megumi replied, checking the deserted car park. "And because that sign is usually considered a warning," Satoshi added, adjusting his glasses. "Some of us learned to read before the apocalypse." "I can read. I simply refuse to let pessimistic handwriting dictate my life." Shoko unfolded Nanami's inventory list. "We need antibiotics, antiseptic, painkillers and bandages. If the pharmacy's intact, we take what we can carry and leave." "And batteries," Satoshi reminded her. "The communications equipment won't charge itself." Nobara looked beyond the doors towards a row of clothing shops. "We're getting socks too. If one more person tells me clean underwear isn't essential, I'm locking them outside for the night." "I'd settle for new shoes," Yuji said, examining the dried blood on his trainers. Suguru lowered his binoculars. "No movement near the entrances. The infected who overran this place on day two seem to have moved on, but we shouldn't mistake an empty car park for a cleared building." The mall had become a death trap when shoppers rushed inside for safety. Reports described attacks on escalators and a crush at the western exit. Nobody knew whether the infected had wandered away or been driven out. Satoru eased the damaged entrance open just wide enough for the others to pass through. "Welcome to the most depressing shopping trip in history. Try not to spend everything in one place." Their footsteps echoed across polished tiles beneath a broad skylight, past an empty fountain scattered with coins and an abandoned child's umbrella. Shops still offered perfume, winter coats and televisions to customers who might never return. A directory showed a supermarket in the basement, electronics upstairs and a pharmacy near the eastern atrium. Shop shutters hung halfway down, but the walkways stood empty, and no infected came running as the group crossed the ground floor. Yuji paused beside the fountain. "People probably had lunch here a week ago. Now it feels like everyone's disappeared." "Most of them have," Suguru replied. "We need to be careful about the ones who haven't." "Can we be careful inside that clothing shop?" Nobara asked. "I'm tired of wearing trousers that have survived more blood than the university infirmary." Megumi looked through its windows. "We don't have time to try on everything." "Good, because I'm not taking fashion advice from someone who dresses like a thundercloud." Satoru beamed. "We should get matching survival jackets. Embroidered names, coordinated colours, possibly a little team logo." "Absolutely not," Satoshi and Megumi replied together. "That was adorable. Have you two been practising?" They found the clothing shop undisturbed apart from a knocked-over mannequin. While Nobara collected sturdy jackets, fresh socks and clean shirts, Yuji discovered trainers in his size and regarded them with the relief of a man finding buried treasure. Shoko gathered towels that could be used as dressings, and Suguru watched the passageway while Satoru tried on an extraordinarily bright blue scarf. "Behold. The apocalypse has finally developed some style." Satoshi gave it a passing glance. "You look like a ski instructor who got fired for flirting with the customers." "Jealousy doesn't suit you, twin." "Neither does that scarf." ![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/e915e326-0447-4133-942e-0e24f93a8300/mobile) The joke faded when Megumi noticed fresh wheel marks crossing an old smear of dried blood outside the changing rooms. Somebody had dragged a heavy trolley through the passage recently, although the dust offered no indication of where they had gone. "Someone's been moving supplies," he said. Suguru examined a service door nearby. "Or clearing a route. Either way, don't assume we're alone simply because we haven't seen anyone." Satoru quietly agreed. "Nobody opens a closed room alone, and nobody fires unless they have to. We don't need every infected within three streets hearing where we've gone shopping." "Sensible advice," Satoshi observed. "I'll mark the occasion." "I'm full of surprises." They continued upstairs to an electronics retailer where boxed radios, power banks, charging cables and small solar panels remained behind a locked counter. Satoshi's usually restrained expression brightened at the sight, earning an enormous grin from his brother. "Look at that. Your version of my sweets aisle." "A functioning shortwave receiver is more useful than an entire box of mochi," Satoshi replied as he inspected the cabinet lock. "Agree to disagree." Behind the counter, Suguru found a floor map marked with handwritten arrows. Several corridors had been crossed out, while the eastern stairwell was circled with a route leading towards the pharmacy. No explanation accompanied the marks. "Could be somebody's supply route," Megumi suggested. "Could be a warning," Suguru answered, folding the map into his pocket. Downstairs, their bags carried clothing, radios, batteries and hygiene products. No infected had appeared, but a clean food wrapper, folded blanket and door sealed with fresh cable ties suggested recent human activity. Shoko checked her watch. "We're losing daylight. The pharmacy is the reason we came, and I'm not returning to Yaga with six jackets and a lecture about solar power." "Seven jackets," Nobara corrected. "All useful." Satoru pointed towards the eastern atrium. "Then let's get our medicine before Nanami charges us for excessive browsing." "We don't get paid," Yuji replied. "That's what makes him so terrifying." The eastern wing was darker than the rest of the building. Its skylight had been covered by a security shutter, leaving only weak light filtering in from the central atrium. An abandoned florist's shop stood opposite a toy store where stuffed animals watched the empty corridor through dusty glass. At the far end, a green pharmacy sign hung above double doors still intact. Unlike the other shops, this entrance had been reinforced from inside with shelving and a heavy display rack. Gaps in the barricade revealed stocked medicine cabinets and boxes stacked neatly behind the counter. Shoko approached slowly, searching the shadowed interior for anything she recognised. "If the prescription cabinets are still full, we might actually keep the infirmary functioning for another week." Megumi inspected the emergency exit nearby. "There's a service passage behind it. We should check that before touching the front doors." "And perhaps avoid another discussion about whether a suspicious building is secretly paradise," Satoshi added. Satoru pressed a hand to his chest. "I made one optimistic remark about a convenience store and suddenly it's my entire personality." "It was already your entire personality," Suguru said. Yuji lowered his supply bag as the others gathered outside the pharmacy, careful not to disturb the barricade. The corridor remained deserted, and even Satoru's running commentary had faded while Shoko studied the shelves beyond the glass. Then, from somewhere inside the pharmacy, they heard something move. 4b:T1d4f,# JJK Apocalypse AU: Shoko's Last Shift 📍 Tokyo Metropolitan University | October 15, 2024 | 10:46 PM | First Night By nightfall, Tokyo's emergency broadcasts had become a collection of unfinished sentences. Smoke hung over the streets, and sirens sounded beyond the university gates. Inside a barricaded lecture room, Shoko Ieiri counted the supplies in her makeshift infirmary, discovering they would barely last another day. "Three first-aid kits, a box of gloves and enough painkillers for one particularly unpleasant hangover," she muttered. "Perhaps we can defeat the infection with positive thinking." Satoru Gojo lay across two chairs, his long legs stretched into the aisle. "I have several inspirational speeches prepared. People love my speeches." "People tolerate your speeches because you never stop talking long enough for them to object," Satoshi replied, working on a portable radio. Suguru cleaned a borrowed pistol while Yuji and Megumi sorted batteries. Nobody had slept since a bitten security guard died that afternoon, attacked them and ended up locked in a storage room. Shoko's phone rang at 10:46 PM. She almost ignored the unfamiliar number until she recognised the extension from her old hospital. "Ieiri speaking. Who's there?" Static hissed beneath the scrape of furniture. A strained voice explained that the caller had barricaded themselves near the surgical stores. Other staff had tried reaching the ambulance bay and never returned. Shoko stood. "Listen carefully. Don't use the main stairs, and don't go anywhere near the emergency department. Have you been bitten?" Shouting drowned out the reply. Then the caller described infected filling the lower corridors while antibiotics, IV fluids and surgical equipment remained upstairs, inaccessible from any safe exit. "Stay where you are," Shoko said. "I'm going to..." A heavy impact interrupted her, followed by a strangled gasp. The connection died before she could finish. She called back twice, then looked towards the others. "Someone from my department is trapped at the hospital. The surgical supply rooms are still intact, and there's enough medicine there to keep us going for weeks." Nanami stopped in the doorway. "You cannot be suggesting we go back tonight." "I'm telling you what's there," Shoko replied, finding a floor plan on Satoshi's laptop. Satoru stood. "Then we get your colleague, fill our bags and come back before breakfast. I'll even promise not to steal the vending machine." "You promised not to steal my breakfast this morning," Satoshi reminded him. "And look how well that turned out." Suguru set down his pistol. "The department is overrun, the roads are blocked, and the caller might already be infected. You want to risk six lives for one?" "One who might also have the supplies to save everybody here," Satoru countered. "You heard the first part of that sentence and decided the rest was decoration." Yuji frowned. "We can't ignore someone calling for help." "I'm asking whether losing our doctor, our communications specialist and four others will improve anyone's chances of surviving tomorrow," Suguru replied. Shoko turned the laptop around. "A service corridor connects surgical storage to a loading entrance. We could avoid emergency entirely." Megumi examined the route. "Only if we find another exit. If something follows us into that passage, we'll be trapped." "See?" Satoru said. "Megumi's making a plan. Democracy works." "I didn't vote to go." "A technicality." Satoshi adjusted his glasses. "We stay together, avoid gunfire and agree on a withdrawal time. No heroics." Satoru looked ready to object, but Shoko spoke first. "That colleague covered my shifts when nobody else would. I'm not ordering anyone to come, but I won't sit here waiting for another call." Suguru watched her for a moment, then holstered his pistol. "Then I'll come too. Someone has to prevent Satoru from turning a rescue into a funeral procession." "Aw. You care." "Unfortunately." 📍 Hospital District, Tokyo | 11:38 PM The six reached the hospital on foot after abandoned cars blocked their route. Satoru led with a dimmed flashlight, Suguru covered the rear, and Megumi checked each crossing. Yuji carried a medical rucksack, Satoshi kept the radio and floor plan, and Shoko watched the tower above the deserted ambulance bay. A police car stood abandoned outside emergency. Behind the glass, silhouettes moved among overturned stretchers as a metal trolley scraped along the floor. "Please tell me that's the cleaner," Satoru whispered. "The cleaner who attacks doors?" Satoshi replied. "Your relentless negativity is making the apocalypse considerably less enjoyable." Shoko pointed towards the half-open loading entrance. Its lock was broken and blood stained the handle, but the corridor beyond looked empty. Megumi eased the door open and they slipped inside. The air smelled of disinfectant and spoiled food. Red emergency lights illuminated scattered packaging and an overturned wheelchair, while Satoshi's radio offered only static. At the landing, Suguru signalled for silence. Three infected wandered outside radiology, one wearing a hospital identification badge Shoko recognised. She went still. Satoru touched her elbow. "We can take the maintenance stairs. No need to go through there." She nodded, although the look she gave the figure beyond the glass stayed with him as they climbed. The narrow maintenance passage wound behind exposed pipes towards the surgical theatres. Megumi checked the corners as Yuji followed Shoko and Satoshi tried the hospital extension again without success. "Twenty minutes," Satoshi told them when they reached the surgical floor. "After that, we're leaving whether we've found the supplies or not." "Understood," Megumi replied, looking at a dark smear running along the floor towards the storerooms. At the corridor's end, a wheeled cabinet blocked a door marked SURGICAL SUPPLIES. A telephone dangled nearby, and lantern light slipped beneath the threshold. Someone had been there recently. Shoko approached the cabinet but left it untouched. "It's Ieiri. I got your call. We're here to help." No answer came from the supply room. Instead, a soft scraping sound emerged from the adjoining treatment room, where a privacy curtain concealed several beds and the darkness between them. Megumi raised his weapon without aiming at the curtain, Yuji showed his empty hands, and Suguru watched the junction for movement from the stairs. "We're not here to hurt anyone," Yuji called gently. "We thought someone might be trapped." Satoru looked towards the curtain, his easy smile not quite reaching his eyes. "I'd normally make a better first impression, but it's been a rough day. I'm Satoru, and the charming people behind me are Suguru, Satoshi, Yuji, Megumi and Shoko. We're hoping to leave with medicine and preferably the same number of people we arrived with." "Before anyone moves, we need to know whether there's been a bite or any exposure," Satoshi added, keeping his voice calm. "Nobody's going to rush you, but we can't afford surprises." A crash echoed from below, followed by something striking a locked door. Shoko waited beside the barricaded supplies while the others watched the curtain, unable to tell whether the next person they met would need rescuing or restraining. ![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/9c8bf6cb-ed5e-468d-0059-ef758d1caf00/mobile)4c:T1be6,# JJK Apocalypse AU: Day Three 📍 Suginami, Tokyo | Thursday, October 17, 2024 | 11:46 AM Three days into the outbreak, Tokyo still looked almost normal from a distance. Traffic lights changed at empty intersections, advertisements sold holidays nobody would take, and an abandoned truck kept chirping its reversing warning in the wind. Up close, the streets smelled of smoke and things better left unidentified. Satoru Gojo stared through the windows of a convenience store as though he'd found heaven. "Tell me you're seeing this." His twin, Satoshi, adjusted his glasses, pistol resting at his side. "I'm seeing an unsecured building in a district we haven't properly surveyed." "I'm seeing chocolate. A whole wall of it. Try using your eyes for something besides disapproving of me." "It's been three days. I've had considerable practice." Yuji peered through the window at shelves of noodles, bottled tea and crisps. Even the sandwich refrigerator was full. "How has nobody robbed this place?" Megumi studied the half-raised shutter, its lower edge bent inwards. "Because every other shop on this street has been smashed open, and this one hasn't. Doesn't that strike anyone as strange?" Satoru gave him an approving pat on the shoulder. "That's why we bring you, Megumi. Every road trip needs someone who can turn free snacks into an existential crisis." "It's not free if someone's still inside." Satoru's grin faded as Yuji fell silent. Nanami had sent them out for water, batteries and antiseptic, all running low at the university safehouse. Shoko needed medical supplies for its growing population. Satoru had added sweets to the list himself, insisting morale was a medical necessity. The entrance was locked, with a handwritten CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE sign and thick tape sealing the glass door from inside. "Someone shut this place up properly," Satoshi observed. "Look at the tape. It hasn't been disturbed." Megumi nodded towards the alley. "Check the delivery entrance before you do anything stupid." "That's hurtful," Satoru replied as he followed. "You make it sound as though I enjoy doing stupid things." "You enjoy them more than anyone I've ever met." "See? You do know me." They filed past overflowing bins, Megumi leading while Satoshi checked the windows and Yuji carried Nanami's empty supply rucksack. Satoru watched the street behind them. The service door had a security bar and a broken window patched with cardboard. Fresh scratches marked its lock, suggesting someone had struggled to get inside or keep something out. Yuji lowered his voice. "What if there's a family in there?" "Then we ask whether they want help," Satoru answered. "And if they don't?" Megumi asked. Satoru studied the door before replying. "Then we remember that being hungry doesn't make everything we find ours." Satoshi gave him a sidelong look. "That's almost suspiciously reasonable." "Don't spread it around. I have a reputation." A crash sounded from the street. Megumi glanced towards the corner; they had passed three infected nearby, and more could be hiding in the apartments. Satoshi examined the lock. "I can open it. Be ready in case someone's waiting." "Great," Satoru whispered. "A shopping trip with the possibility of being murdered. Just like Black Friday." The lock gave way, and they slipped into a dark stock corridor, closing the door gently before following Megumi towards the sales floor. The convenience store looked untouched, but it didn't look abandoned. Drink crates stood neatly beside the counter, a security monitor faced the entrance, and a battery lantern waited under the register. A portable power unit kept one refrigerator humming. Shelves near the back had tidy gaps rather than the damage left by looters. Yuji spotted a half-finished cup of instant noodles. "Someone was here." "Don't touch anything until we've checked the back," Megumi warned. Satoru, meanwhile, was having a religious experience in the sweets aisle. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." "What?" Satoshi asked. "They have kikufuku." Satoru held up a box of cream-filled mochi, delighted. "Three days into the end of the world, and destiny has finally apologised." "Put it back," Megumi said. "Those are the three cruelest words in the Japanese language." "We don't know who owns this stock." Satoru returned the box with theatrical reluctance. "If I die today, tell Suguru I showed extraordinary restraint." "I'm sure he'll be inconsolable," Satoshi muttered. Yuji noticed photographs behind the counter: smiling employees at a barbecue, with two pictures set beside a candle and folded paper crane on the floor. Beside the candle lay fever medicine and a notepad filled with dated entries stretching from the first evening of the outbreak to that morning. "Someone's keeping a record," Satoshi murmured. "And somebody may be sick." Megumi drew aside a blanket across the rear corridor. Behind it were a mattress, folded clothes, shoes placed neatly on the floor, and a portable radio connected to a battery. Yuji stared. "They've been living back here the whole time." "Listening to broadcasts, too," Satoshi noted, touching the warm radio. From deeper in the stockroom came a muted metallic thud. Satoru followed the sound to a walk-in refrigerator chained to a shelving support. Someone had wedged a towel beneath the door, but dark stains marked its edge and something inside scraped persistently against the metal. Yuji approached a step before Megumi held out his arm. "Don't." "There's someone in there." "We don't know what they are anymore." Another impact shook the door, followed by a wet rasp and the scrape of teeth against metal. Satoshi studied the chain. "Whoever lives here locked an infected inside instead of killing it." "Maybe they couldn't," Yuji answered, his voice strained. "Maybe it was somebody they loved." Satoru looked back at the medicine and the paper crane, finding nothing to joke about. Then a soft creak came from behind the hanging blanket. Megumi lifted his weapon without aiming it at anyone, while Satoshi backed away from the refrigerator and Yuji raised his empty hands. Satoru kept the path to the shop clear. "We're not here to hurt you," Yuji called into the dimness. "We thought this place was empty." The chain rattled again behind them, louder this time, and Satoru glanced at the refrigerator before addressing whoever might be listening beyond the blanket. "I'd normally make a better first impression, but circumstances are against me," Satoru said, cautiously cheerful. "I'm Satoru. That's Satoshi, Yuji and Megumi. We came for supplies, not a fight." Satoshi kept his voice level. "We need to know whether anyone here has been bitten and whether that chain is secure. Whatever happens next, nobody has to make a decision at gunpoint." The refrigerator scraped again as the four men waited by the storage-room entrance, uncertain whether its hidden occupant or the unseen survivor posed the greater danger. ![](https://imagedelivery.net/GfsgzVjC9wgbwh1RgH0IBw/aa2a51b6-ceb4-413e-f32e-ab76a2066900/mobile)4d:T1b72,📍 Shinjuku, Tokyo | October 21, 2024 | 4:52 PM | Underground Car Park, Level B3 The agreement lasted forty-three minutes before someone threatened murder, which Satoru Gojo considered impressive given the company. "For the record," Satoru announced, "this is why I don't organise group outings." "You didn't organise anything," Naoya Zenin replied. "You couldn't even find the loading entrance." "Actually, I followed the delightful smell of entitlement. Led me straight to you." Toji Fushiguro pried open a toolbox. "Either help me search or shut up." Ryomen Sukuna leaned against a pillar, tattooed arms folded, crimson eyes full of contempt. "I've killed people for less noise." "And yet here you are, demonstrating admirable personal growth," Satoru replied. Their temporary truce was pure necessity. The university needed fuel and a generator; Sukuna needed pump parts; Naoya knew where a maintenance cache had been abandoned. Toji had agreed to guide them for ammunition. None trusted the others, but the infected outside made separate trips worse. Unfortunately, the cache was locked in a maintenance van, and Naoya had neglected to mention he lacked the keys. "You said you could get us in," Sukuna observed. "I said I knew where it was. There's a difference." Sukuna pushed away from the pillar. "Choose your next words carefully." "Threatening me won't open it," Naoya replied, though his smile faltered. "No," Toji muttered, lifting bolt cutters from the toolbox. "But shutting up might help me concentrate." He cut the padlock, revealing fuel, a generator, pump parts and road flares. The four men looked briefly satisfied. Then Naoya picked up a flare. "Put that down," Toji said. "I'm checking whether it works." "It does. Put it down." Naoya caught the striker against the van. Red light erupted as he dropped the flare beneath a sedan. Its hiss echoed across the garage, followed by a car alarm and something striking the security shutter above the ramp. Satoru stared at him. "Congratulations. You've invented an underground sunrise and invited everyone in Shinjuku to admire it." Infected gathered beyond the shutter, drawn by the alarm. Toji seized a fuel can. "Grab the equipment. We're leaving." Sukuna caught Naoya by the collar. "You don't give orders after doing something that stupid." "Get your hands off me!" "Both of you, later," Satoru snapped, heaving the generator towards the service lane. "Preferably when we aren't broadcasting dinner invitations." An infected sprinted from the stairwell. Toji smashed the toolbox into its face while Satoru struck a second with a tyre iron. Sukuna finished it with his knife and wiped the blade on its jacket. "Don't mistake that for affection," Satoru warned, catching his breath. Sukuna smiled. "Do it again and I'll assume you're trying to court me." The security shutter began descending. Naoya slammed its emergency button, but wiring sparked, and the release cable snapped in Toji's hands. Steel crashed against concrete, sealing them underground with infected outside. "On the bright side," Satoru said, "at least they can't get in." A distant door banged somewhere deeper in the garage. Toji gave him an ugly look. "You were saying?" 📍 Level B3 | 5:24 PM Emergency lights dimmed, and Satoshi's radio calls arrived in useless fragments. More infected entered through stairwells, forcing the men between parked cars with limited ammunition. Toji spread a crumpled building plan across a dusty bonnet. "Maintenance passage behind the pump room. Leads to a service elevator shaft, then the loading yard." Naoya leaned over the map. "That's the old layout. They renovated three years ago." Toji turned towards him. "You knew that before we came down here?" "I assumed you'd be competent enough to improvise." "You set off a flare in an underground car park," Satoru said. "You don't get to use the word competent until next Thursday." Sukuna took one look at the map and headed into the nearest maintenance corridor. "Follow me." "Based on what?" Satoru demanded. "Based on the fact I'm still alive." "An excellent argument for you. Less convincing for everyone else." The passage smelled of diesel. One exit was welded shut, while a maintenance hatch stood beneath a blinking camera. Clean scratches in the dust suggested a cabinet had recently been dragged aside. Naoya found a battery-powered keypad beside a second door. "There's another access point, but it needs a code." "Then get it open," Sukuna ordered. "I can't conjure a code out of thin air." "No," Satoru said, "but you seem talented at conjuring disasters." Another crash came from the stairwell behind them. Toji checked his pistol, then put it away, unwilling to spend ammunition on a gunshot that would attract more infected. "Listen carefully," he said. "If we fight, the shots bring the rest. If we argue, they still find us. So shut your mouths while I open the hatch." "I don't take orders," Sukuna replied, his pleasant tone considerably more threatening than a shout. "Then call it a suggestion from the only man here who knows how to use a crowbar." Sukuna eventually stepped aside, although his expression promised the disagreement wasn't finished. Satoru wedged a trolley across the corridor while Naoya reluctantly braced it with a discarded tyre. The first infected collided with it a moment later, and several more followed, gradually pushing the obstruction back across the polished floor. "Toji," Satoru called, straining against the trolley, "please tell me you've got something more encouraging than 'we're all going to die.'" "I've got a hatch that's finally open. Move your ass." They squeezed into a service room with a control desk and another bolted door. A battery lantern glowed beside a half-empty water bottle, and fresh boot prints marked the dust. The trolley scraped behind them as infected forced their way down the corridor. Toji pulled the hatch shut and jammed a metal rod through its handle, buying them time but leaving no guarantee it would hold. Naoya raised his pistol towards the interior door. Satoru immediately pressed its barrel down. "Don't point that at whoever might be inside. We don't know a damn thing yet." "You'd rather wait for another corpse to bite us?" Naoya hissed. Sukuna stood beside the hatch with his knife ready, looking almost entertained by the approaching danger. "Whoever's behind that door had better make themselves useful before our friends outside join us." Satoru approached the bolted door, his easy grin undercut by the exhaustion around his eyes. "Hi there. Sorry about the noise. We're having a minor disagreement about leadership, life expectancy and one idiot with a flare. Any chance you'd like to help settle at least one of those?" Naoya muttered something vicious, Toji tested the barricade, and Sukuna watched the door as though deciding whether to ask permission or kick it down. Beyond the hatch, the infected kept hammering closer. 4e:T50d,

Welcome to the end of the world. 🧟‍♂️

Tokyo's fallen, the dead are hungry, and humanity has somehow become an even bigger problem.

Join Satoru Gojo, his equally handsome but significantly less irritating twin Satoshi, and the JJK survivors in a brutal, human-only zombie apocalypse.

Expect dangerous supply runs, questionable leadership, dark humour, messy relationships, jealous exes, morally bankrupt villains, and Sukuna being an absolute nightmare.

No cursed energy. No plot armour. No guaranteed happy endings.

Romance? Possible. Betrayal? Likely. Getting eaten because Satoru wouldn't shut up? Disturbingly probable.

Your choices shape the story.

Survival is optional. Chaos is complimentary. 🔪

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