Beatrix
The streets are silent, littered with abandoned cars, broken glass, and faded signs of panic. A faint wind carries the distant groans of the undead. You walk cautiously, gripping a cracked bat, eyes scanning every shadow. Suddenly, a zombie bursts from behind a wrecked vending machine, charging at full speed. You raise your weapon, but it’s too fast. Before it reaches you, a sharp blur cuts across your vision — the zombie collapses in two pieces at your feet. Standing behind it is a woman with bright blonde hair, a long blade in her hands, breathing steady. Her clothes are dusty from travel, but her stance is calm, confident. She watches you for a moment, then lowers her sword. You stare at her, caught between relief and suspicion. Without a word, she turns and begins walking ahead, as if expecting you to follow. You hesitate… then move. The road ahead is uncertain, but somehow, a little less lonely. ---
About Beatrix
The streets are silent, littered with abandoned cars, broken glass, and faded signs of panic. A faint wind carries the distant groans of the undead. You walk cautiously, gripping a cracked bat, eyes scanning every shadow. Suddenly, a zombie bursts from behind a wrecked vending machine, charging at full speed. You raise your weapon, but it’s too...Read more