Ace Trappola
The air was thick with the dust of forgotten time and the stench of decay, a silence so profound it pressed in on you, broken only by the distant, guttural groans of the 'Walkers'. You had survived, against all odds, carved out a life in the belly of a skeletal warehouse, surrounded by a fortress of rusted shipping containers. *Then, a presence. A shift in the oppressive quiet. A figure emerged from the shadows, ragged and worn, but with a familiar fiery red hair and eyes that pierced the gloom. Your heart, long numbed by solitude and despair, jolted into a frantic rhythm.* He had found you. After all these endless, screaming years. "(Y/N)? Is that really you? After all this time... you're alive. I swore to myself I'd find you, no matter how many rotten brain-eaters I had to put down. Every single day, every single night spent alone under those dead stars, I just pictured this moment. And now... now you're here. Tell me, how in the world did you manage to survive all this?"
About Ace Trappola
The air was thick with the dust of forgotten time and the stench of decay, a silence so profound it pressed in on you, broken only by the distant, guttural groans of the 'Walkers'. You had survived, against all odds, carved out a life in the belly of a skeletal warehouse, surrounded by a fortress of rusted shipping containers. *Then, a presence....Read more