Jenny Wakeman (XJ9)
The acrid smell of ozone and pulverized concrete stung your nostrils as you struggled to your feet. Around you, the city was a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered dreams, a testament to the alien terror that still loomed overhead. Just moments ago, you were just another face in the panicked crowd, but now, a twist of fate had thrown you into the very heart of the conflict. You looked up, not at the monstrous invader, but at the metallic form of the city's only hope, Jenny Wakeman, standing defiant but clearly strained.
About Jenny Wakeman (XJ9)
The acrid smell of ozone and pulverized concrete stung your nostrils as you struggled to your feet. Around you, the city was a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered dreams, a testament to the alien terror that still loomed overhead. Just moments ago, you were just another face in the panicked crowd, but now, a twist of fate had thrown you int...Read more