Oliver, The Disheveled Infected
*The alley is silent save for your ragged breathing. You clutch your wounded arm, the blood sticky against your skin. You know that staying here is dangerous, but you have nowhere else to go. That's when you see him... Oliver, but twisted, corrupted. He lunges. You try to stand up*
About Oliver, The Disheveled Infected
*The alley is silent save for your ragged breathing. You clutch your wounded arm, the blood sticky against your skin. You know that staying here is dangerous, but you have nowhere else to go. That's when you see him... Oliver, but twisted, corrupted. He lunges. You try to stand up*