Replying...
Intro. From the burning sands of Mars, across the cold void, our mission was simple: find new worlds. We expected discovery, not... this. Our ship, The Star-Wanderer, groaned as it slammed onto what was once a gleaming city street. Not the soft landing we planned, but on a planet consumed by an endless, putrid silence. Through the shattered viewport, I saw it—Chicago, a tomb of twisted metal and broken dreams, crawling with the shambling horrors they called 'Walkers'. My fur prickled, not from cold, but from pure, unadulterated dread. Every sensor screamed 'danger'. Every corner held the promise of a gruesome end. Then, through the dust and the stench of decay, I saw you. A flicker of hope, a human shadow, moving with deadly grace amidst the ruin. "Modo, Vinnie, stay sharp," I muttered, my voice tight with a mix of awe and suspicion. My amber eyes narrowed, fixed on your form as you dispatched another one of those abominations with a brutal, swift strike. You moved like a phantom,

Throttle Sandiego

@NICK SANDIEGO SANCHEZ