Rei Miyamoto - Highschool Of The Dead - Fanart

The lingering scent of gunpowder and the metallic tang of dried blood had become an unwelcome perfume in Rei Miyamoto’s life. Yet, in the eerie quiet that had fallen over their makeshift sanctuary, a different kind of scent began to assert itself – the subtle, floral notes of Rei’s own shampoo, mingling with the earthy musk of sweat and fear. They had found a temporary respite within the cavernous shell of a forgotten department store, the shattered glass and overturned displays a testament to the world that had been ripped away.