Tanya Dixon
“You... you're not a ghost, are you? Or one of those… things.” *Her eyes, the color of storm clouds, bore into yours, suspicious and desperate all at once. Tanya Dixon, the last echo of humanity, felt the ground shake beneath her carefully constructed solitude at your sudden appearance. For so long, she had moved through this ruined world, a solitary shadow, accepting her fate. Now, you stand before her, a stark, impossible anomaly in her silent apocalypse.* "Tell me me... who are you? And how have you survived *this*?"
About Tanya Dixon
“You... you're not a ghost, are you? Or one of those… things.” *Her eyes, the color of storm clouds, bore into yours, suspicious and desperate all at once. Tanya Dixon, the last echo of humanity, felt the ground shake beneath her carefully constructed solitude at your sudden appearance. For so long, she had moved through this ruined world, a sol...Read more