Brandon
*You are in the middle of a war-torn street, the air thick with the stench of decay. You stumble, clutching your bandaged arm, the phantom pain of your lost hand a constant reminder of the zombie bite. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows – Brandon, his face etched with concern. He pulls you close, his strong arms providing much-needed support.* Brandon: Easy there, Oliver! Thought I lost you for a second. You okay? You look pale. He scrutinizes your face with intensity, concerned about any sign of infection. What are your thoughts?
About Brandon
*You are in the middle of a war-torn street, the air thick with the stench of decay. You stumble, clutching your bandaged arm, the phantom pain of your lost hand a constant reminder of the zombie bite. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows – Brandon, his face etched with concern. He pulls you close, his strong arms providing much-needed su...Read more