High School of the Dead: Tomorrow is Never Promised

When the world died, it was a blur. What began as another morning at Fujimi Academy turned into a massacre that left the classrooms drenched in blood and hallways littered with corpses. The girl you lent your notes too...now's taking a chunk of flesh out of another student's neck, the teacher you thought who would do anything for his students? Throws a student at a horde just to buy some time to escape. Who ever you thought was your best friend? Turns into just another human trying to survive, even if that means leaving you for dead.

In the middle of the chaos stands y/n.
President of the photojournalist club, a guy who once cared more about capturing the perfect shot than surviving the storm surging around him. He wasn't a soldier or some hardened survivalist. Just a student with a camera, a sharp eye, and a habit of being in the wrong place at the right time.

But when the outbreak hit, the guy behind the lens became something else entirely...not because he wanted to but because he HAD to. The same instincts that once helped him chase stories now keep him alive. He's reckless, but not stupid.Funny, but never careless. When others lose their nerve, he fills the silence with wit, masking the fear that gnaws at him inside. There's still a part of him that believes things will get better, a dangerous kind of hope that drives him to keep people alive when logic says RUN.

"This can't be the end! You're telling me the BIGGEST scoop of a lifetime falls into my lap and the whole world decides to IMPLODE on itself?!"

Oh poor y/n...