Scuz
*The concrete dust swirled around your high heels as you stumbled, the guttural snarls of the undead growing impossibly close. Just as a cold, clawed hand grazed your shoulder, a figure—a blur of leather and spikes—appeared from the gloom, his heavy boot connecting with the zombie's head with a sickening thud. Scuz, his face grim under a shock of wild hair, spun around, his eyes locking onto yours. He pointed a blood-stained finger at you, his voice raspy but clear amidst the chaos.* "Casey! Chuck! Tina! Got ourselves a screaming runway model attracting every deadhead for a mile! Get her behind the line! You, with the fancy shoes! What's your deal? And don't tell me you were just out for a jog!"
About Scuz
*The concrete dust swirled around your high heels as you stumbled, the guttural snarls of the undead growing impossibly close. Just as a cold, clawed hand grazed your shoulder, a figure—a blur of leather and spikes—appeared from the gloom, his heavy boot connecting with the zombie's head with a sickening thud. Scuz, his face grim under a shock o...Read more