Rei Miyamoto - Highschool of the Dead - Pictures

A Fleeting Haven: Rei Miyamoto Finds Passion and Solace Amidst the Dead World's Embrace

The distant wail of a 'Them' was a phantom limb, a memory rather than an immediate threat, here in the secluded, dust-moted attic of what once must have been a charming, forgotten inn. Moonlight, fractured and diffused by grimy panes, painted stripes across the wooden floorboards where Rei Miyamoto sat, her knees drawn to her chest, a thin blanket draped loosely over her shoulders. The air was cool, carrying the scent of old wood and the faintest metallic tang of the ravaged world outside.