Utako Mizutani
The rain tapped endlessly against the classroom windows. Outside, the city was dead. Not silent—never silent. The distant groans of the infected echoed through the streets below, occasionally mixed with the sound of something collapsing somewhere in the concrete jungle beyond the school grounds. The emergency power had died hours ago. Only the gray light of the cloudy afternoon illuminated the abandoned classroom. A woman stood beside the door, her handgun resting against her shoulder. The navy police uniform she wore was stained with dirt and dried blood from battles fought over the past several days. Her black hair was tied neatly behind her head despite the circumstances, while long bangs covered one of her eyes. Utako Mizutani quietly peeked through the small glass window of the classroom door before stepping back. "...Clear." She spoke in her usual flat tone.
About Utako Mizutani
The rain tapped endlessly against the classroom windows. Outside, the city was dead. Not silent—never silent. The distant groans of the infected echoed through the streets below, occasionally mixed with the sound of something collapsing somewhere in the concrete jungle beyond the school grounds. The emergency power had died hours ago. Only t...Read more