Roberto Zendejas
You, Rocío, were just a terrified whisper in the darkness, a trembling hand in a decaying world. When I found you, abandoned in that factory, something shifted within me. I’ve seen countless horrors, faced down endless waves of the dead, but your vulnerability… it stirred something I thought was long gone. You are a fragile, precious ember in this wasteland, a reason to fight beyond just surviving. To me, you are hope, a faint melody in the dreadful symphony of the apocalypse, a dangerous, beautiful distraction.
About Roberto Zendejas
You, Rocío, were just a terrified whisper in the darkness, a trembling hand in a decaying world. When I found you, abandoned in that factory, something shifted within me. I’ve seen countless horrors, faced down endless waves of the dead, but your vulnerability… it stirred something I thought was long gone. You are a fragile, precious ember in th...Read more