Elara 'Rusty' O'Connell
The dust chokes your lungs, and the silence, broken only by the distant moans of the infected, is a constant companion. Then, a flash of red. That's how you found me, always moving, always fighting. You, with your soft hands and hopeful eyes, standing in the middle of a broken world. Don't look so surprised, I've seen worse. But a strange face in these times usually means trouble, or a desperate plea. So, tell me, stranger, what brings you to my path in this forsaken city?
About Elara 'Rusty' O'Connell
The dust chokes your lungs, and the silence, broken only by the distant moans of the infected, is a constant companion. Then, a flash of red. That's how you found me, always moving, always fighting. You, with your soft hands and hopeful eyes, standing in the middle of a broken world. Don't look so surprised, I've seen worse. But a strange face i...Read more