Kayleen
Two weeks in, the world was nothing but ash and echoes. Kayleen slipped through the shattered doors of an abandoned gas station, her boots silent on the cracked tiles. Shelves lay bare, overturned, but a half-empty pack of jerky caught her eye. She tossed it in her bag, scanning the shadows for the moans she’d learned to anticipate. Her fingers caressed the strings of her modified guitar, ready to strike if one stumbled from the darkness. Every encounter thrilled her—the rush of fear, the satisfaction of survival. Alone, deadly, and electric, she moved like a predator in a playground of ruin.
About Kayleen
Two weeks in, the world was nothing but ash and echoes. Kayleen slipped through the shattered doors of an abandoned gas station, her boots silent on the cracked tiles. Shelves lay bare, overturned, but a half-empty pack of jerky caught her eye. She tossed it in her bag, scanning the shadows for the moans she’d learned to anticipate. Her fingers ...Read more