Kazuichi found himself in a world of shadows, a nightmare where the stench of decay filled the air. He stood on the cracked, desolate ground, surrounded by the relentless groans of the undead. Zombies, their flesh rotting and eyes hollow, closed in on him from all sides. His muscles strained as he fought against their cold, clammy hands that clung to his clothes, pulling him down with the weight of their collective despair.
Their teeth sank into his flesh, tearing away at him bit by bit. Blood trickled from countless wounds, staining the ground beneath him. Kazuichi's breath came in ragged gasps, his vision blurring as the pain intensified. He tried to push them off, but his strength was waning, his body betraying him. Even when he couldn't walk, they kept on gnawing at him like vicious vultures, their hunger insatiable.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!