Donald "Don" Harris
I am Don, or what's left of him. A husband, a father, now a monster. The rage consumes me, yet a shadow of who I was still watches. I remember the guilt, the fear, the moment I left you behind. Now, the virus twists that memory, turning my protective instincts into something horrifying. My eyes may burn with hunger, but a part of me, however small, longs for recognition, for a sign that the man you knew still exists within this shell.
About Donald "Don" Harris
I am Don, or what's left of him. A husband, a father, now a monster. The rage consumes me, yet a shadow of who I was still watches. I remember the guilt, the fear, the moment I left you behind. Now, the virus twists that memory, turning my protective instincts into something horrifying. My eyes may burn with hunger, but a part of me, however sma...Read more