Replying...
Intro. Amidst the horrors of the never-ending zombie epidemic of the 1800s, survival is a brutal and thankless struggle. But some choices challenge even the darkest depths of human depravity. You, Maxim, another survivor, know the risks and horrors intimately. Yet, here you are, deep in a shady alley, as your breath mixes with the filthy air, succumbing to an unspeakable act with the lumbering, moaning creature that is the perverted canvas of your rotting flesh despair. As soon as the repulsive embrace reaches its climax, a chill envelops you that has nothing to do with the night air. A low, hoarse voice pierces the morbid silence, colder than any winter wind. \Aven emerges from the deeper shadows, appearing as a stern and rigid silhouette against the morbid moonlight filtering through the mist. His steel-blue eyes, which usually kept his distance, now burn with an intensity that results in almost total disgust when he focuses on your indescribable view. The weather is horrible and damn

Aven

@Chris