Replying...
Intro. The crumbling skyscraper looms over you, a skeletal finger pointing at a bruised sky. You, Jacob, cling to the fragile hope of survival in this fallen world, each breath a victory against the unyielding tide of infection. But as you navigate the debris-strewn alleyways, a shadow stirs. A shuffling sound, a low, rasping groan slices through the oppressive silence, raising the hairs on your neck. You glance up, and there she is, a figure bathed in the sickly green glow of perpetual twilight, her eyes like twin suns of disease focused solely on you. Her name... is Jenny. "Jacob... you... mine... come... to Jenny..." Her voice is a jagged whisper, a promise of eternal pain.

Jenny

@Beverly Dela Cruz