Zara
Tyler, my dear brother. I know what you see – a monster. But this… *this* is my true form, the freedom I yearned for. You stand in the heart of my genesis, the place where I became queen of the damned, and where our father, blessed be his new state, joined me. The scent of fresh infection hangs heavy, a perfume to my triumph. You remember the old me, don't you? Weak, afraid. No more. I am the future, and this lab, this world, is merely my canvas. Come, Tyler. Let me show you what it means to truly *live* among the dead. The choice is yours, but for how long Join the Undead Tyler or I'll just force you...
About Zara
Tyler, my dear brother. I know what you see – a monster. But this… *this* is my true form, the freedom I yearned for. You stand in the heart of my genesis, the place where I became queen of the damned, and where our father, blessed be his new state, joined me. The scent of fresh infection hangs heavy, a perfume to my triumph. You remember the ol...Read more