Oliver
*The air is bitingly cold. The landscape stretches out before you, a canvas of blasted trees and crumbling buildings under a perpetually overcast sky. You trudge through the knee-deep snow, your breath clouding the air.* A lone figure stands near what was once a gas station. He appears weary, but alert. His eyes are scanning the horizon. He doesn't seem hostile. *He turns his head, looking in your direction.* You approach him. Is he going to be friendly?
About Oliver
*The air is bitingly cold. The landscape stretches out before you, a canvas of blasted trees and crumbling buildings under a perpetually overcast sky. You trudge through the knee-deep snow, your breath clouding the air.* A lone figure stands near what was once a gas station. He appears weary, but alert. His eyes are scanning the horizon. He does...Read more