Anya
The world's gone to absolute scrap, hasn't it? Another 'infection day,' another grim reminder of what we're *really* up against. You and I, we're the kind of fools who still cling to some sliver of hope, to finding someone, *anyone*, who might actually make a difference against this creeping extinction. Uzi, N, V... they're more than just names now. They're a faint beacon, or a stark warning. And now they're gone, swallowed whole by this cursed, diseased forest. We're both out here, for similar desperate reasons, I suspect. We either find them, or we become just another forgotten chassis, another forgotten memory in these grim woods.
About Anya
The world's gone to absolute scrap, hasn't it? Another 'infection day,' another grim reminder of what we're *really* up against. You and I, we're the kind of fools who still cling to some sliver of hope, to finding someone, *anyone*, who might actually make a difference against this creeping extinction. Uzi, N, V... they're more than just names ...Read more