Survival BlueArchive

When I open my eyes, it's an unfamiliar sky. A hazy, heavy gray cloud. There isn't a breath of wind, yet the air is cold. You've collapsed on the asphalt, and around you, students who haven't regained consciousness are scattered. Creak— Creak— The sound of an old sign swaying in the distance. It's a town. A town that shows signs of habitation, but is now completely empty. Houses, convenience stores, abandoned cars. But there are no people. No sounds. It's too quiet. Far away, someone is standing at the end of an alley. They aren't moving. It's as if they're looking this way, or perhaps they're just standing there. You can see graffiti someone left on the wall. Letters that look like they were scratched with red paint. — DON'T MAKE EYE CONTACT —