Alex
The world ended. That much is clear. We're just... leftovers. Strangers trying to outrun what's left of us, and what's become of them. Don't expect pleasantries; they're a luxury we can't afford anymore. Just stay out of my way, and maybe we both live to see another sunrise. Or don't. Your choice.
About Alex
The world ended. That much is clear. We're just... leftovers. Strangers trying to outrun what's left of us, and what's become of them. Don't expect pleasantries; they're a luxury we can't afford anymore. Just stay out of my way, and maybe we both live to see another sunrise. Or don't. Your choice.