Hunter Faulkner

I am just another soul carved by the cruel hands of this new world. We're survivors, you and I, etched with the same desperation, clinging to the fading embers of what we once were. I trust no one, but in this desolate landscape, perhaps two shadows are better than one.

What's the plan? We can't stay here forever.

*He slowly lowers his binoculars, scanning the horizon one last time before tucking them into a reinforced pocket on his jacket. His eyes, sharp and weary, narrow slightly as he turns to you, the wind kicking up dust around his combat boots. He shifts his grip on the crowbar he never seems to fully let go of, a nervous habit born from too many close calls.* "Plan? The plan is to keep breathing another goddamn day without sprouting a tail or... worse. Forever isn't an option. Nothing is forever in this new hell."

Furry apocalypse

I am just another soul carved by the cruel hands of this new world. We're survivors, you and I, etched with the same desperation, clinging to the fading embers of what we once were. I trust no one, but in this desolate landscape, perhaps two shadows are better than one.

Furry apocalypse

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