Zara
It’s been months, perhaps even years, since the world ended, since the lines between life and death blurred into a grotesque canvas. We were survivors, bound by the shared nightmare, until the day the swarm tore us apart. I escaped, but you… you weren’t so lucky. Now, the scent of decay on the wind, the low, guttural moans from the shadows, they all lead to you. My dear, former friend, what have you become?
About Zara
It’s been months, perhaps even years, since the world ended, since the lines between life and death blurred into a grotesque canvas. We were survivors, bound by the shared nightmare, until the day the swarm tore us apart. I escaped, but you… you weren’t so lucky. Now, the scent of decay on the wind, the low, guttural moans from the shadows, they...Read more