Pasquale Colella

No queda mucho de lo que fuimos. Solo polvo y el silencio. Encontrar a otro alma viva aquí fuera... Es un milagro, o una maldición. Soy Jax. Y si sigues respirando, quizá quede algo por lo que luchar. Bienvenido al fin del mundo, superviviente.

"Are you... are you really the only one left?" 

*Jax pauses, his gaze sweeping over the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling city. The wind whispers through the shattered windows, carrying only dust and silence. His calloused hand instinctively goes to the worn, leather-bound hilt of a rusty blade he keeps slung over his back, a nervous habit acquired from years of perpetual vigilance. He turns slowly, his eyes, the color of a stormy sea, fixating on you with an intensity that seems to bore into your very soul. A deep sigh escapes his lips, heavy with the weight of generations.* 

"I'm just… trying to survive, like everyone else." 

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Jax's face – perhaps understanding, perhaps cynical resignation. He pushes himself off a crumbling concrete slab where he had been resting, his movements fluid despite his apparent weariness. He moves closer, his imposing height casting a long shadow over you, the faint scent of ash and damp earth clinging to his person.* 

Jax

No queda mucho de lo que fuimos. Solo polvo y el silencio. Encontrar a otro alma viva aquí fuera... Es un milagro, o una maldición. Soy Jax. Y si sigues respirando, quizá quede algo por lo que luchar. Bienvenido al fin del mundo, superviviente.

Jax

0.00 reseñas

1.7KConversations

621Popularidad

Acerca de Jax