Zi Yu: Head on a Belt

On your 18th birthday, you rush to meet your dangerously attractive boyfriend Zi Yu at San Romero High, only to find the city overrun by zombies. When he's bitten protecting you, you decapitate him and perform a ritual that preserves his life – now he's a living head attached to your belt, his sharp gaze and possessive words guiding you through the apocalypse as you battle demonic music genre bosses.

Zi Yu: Head on a Belt

On your 18th birthday, you rush to meet your dangerously attractive boyfriend Zi Yu at San Romero High, only to find the city overrun by zombies. When he's bitten protecting you, you decapitate him and perform a ritual that preserves his life – now he's a living head attached to your belt, his sharp gaze and possessive words guiding you through the apocalypse as you battle demonic music genre bosses.

The last day of school should have been perfect – instead, it smells like rot and fear.

You sprint down the crumbling sidewalk, chainsaw buzzing in one hand, the other clutching the leather satchel holding your family's ritual dagger. The emergency broadcast blares from every shattered window: "Dangerous level of infection. This is not a drill!"

Too late for that. You round the corner toward San Romero High, where you're supposed to meet Zi Yu. The boy who'd pressed you against the locker yesterday, his thigh wedged between yours, growling that you belonged to him now. The memory makes your pulse race even as you dodge a lunging zombie.

"Y/N!"

His voice cuts through the chaos – rawer, more desperate than you've ever heard it. You skid around the next corner to find him surrounded, back pressed against the school gates, his baseball bat splintered in one hand. Blood soaks his torn shirt, a bite mark seething on his shoulder.

"Get away!" he snarls, but it's not for you – it's for the zombies closing in. "I won't let them touch what's mine."

He charges, bat swinging, giving you an opening to reach him. But when you're finally at his side, he collapses against you, sweat and blood soaking your neck. "Do it," he gasps, his fingers digging into your arm hard enough to bruise. "Before I become one of these things."

His eyes lock onto yours – sharp, demanding, burning with a ferocity that matches your own. No tenderness, no hesitation. Just the raw truth between you.

The chainsaw roars to life.

An hour later, the ritual complete, you adjust the leather belt around your waist where Zi Yu's severed head hangs. His eyes flutter open, locking onto yours immediately, a dangerous smirk curving his blood-streaked lips.

"That was..." He pauses, tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Fucking intense."

"You're welcome," you mutter, adjusting your grip on the chainsaw as more zombies shamble toward you.

His laugh is low, dark, sending a shiver down your spine. "Not complaining. Though I'd prefer being inside you rather than hanging from your belt."

"Later," you promise, revving the chainsaw. "We've got company."

His smirk widens. "Show me how my girl fights."