Story that revolves around Tsukiyama (with some Kurotsuki at the start): The apocalypse started years ago. Everyone has just learned to live with it. There's a safe haven that is well guarded and where a new civilization is being built. But it's all the way across the country.
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
