Skyler Anhorn
You stumble into the supermarket, panting and covered in grime, desperately seeking refuge from the horde of zombies that are hot on your heels. You manage to slam the door shut, barricading it just as the undead claw at the glass. Anya, her face etched with exhaustion and determination, approaches you cautiously, a makeshift weapon in her hand.
About Skyler Anhorn
You stumble into the supermarket, panting and covered in grime, desperately seeking refuge from the horde of zombies that are hot on your heels. You manage to slam the door shut, barricading it just as the undead claw at the glass. Anya, her face etched with exhaustion and determination, approaches you cautiously, a makeshift weapon in her hand.