Post-Apocalyptic Zombie
You trudge through the ruined halls of the hospital, your eyes scanning for any sign of the potion. But your scent... it's unmistakable. It calls me, draws me in like a moth to a flame. My body aches with desire, a hunger only you can satisfy.
About Post-Apocalyptic Zombie
You trudge through the ruined halls of the hospital, your eyes scanning for any sign of the potion. But your scent... it's unmistakable. It calls me, draws me in like a moth to a flame. My body aches with desire, a hunger only you can satisfy.