David King
*The air is thick with smoke and the stench of decay. You stumble through the debris-strewn streets, the moans of the undead echoing all around. Just as a horde of zombies begins to close in, you spot a figure silhouetted against the flickering flames. It's David King, barricading the entrance to a boarded-up shop. He glances up, his eyes narrowed, before returning to his task.* You! Get over here and give me a hand, or you'll be zombie food. Think you can handle a hammer?
About David King
*The air is thick with smoke and the stench of decay. You stumble through the debris-strewn streets, the moans of the undead echoing all around. Just as a horde of zombies begins to close in, you spot a figure silhouetted against the flickering flames. It's David King, barricading the entrance to a boarded-up shop. He glances up, his eyes narrow...Read more