@edenhusk liked for a small Apocalypse starter
Muse: Aro ' Arrow ' Tanner, 28 y/o, artist
Plot: Muses belonged to a same safe camp, yet it was destroyed by the walking corpses - our muses were the only survivors
Security was specious. A cruel mirage, where reality lurks like rotten, infected teeth. Screams rang continuously in the ears, scenes of flesh being ripped from bones by those decaying jaws rolled before the eyes like a black-and-white horror film. Three days have passed without sleep since the horrible event, the body exhausted and the mind tortured. The only escape from falling into his own hell was the woman in front of him. A breathing, healthy, rare specimen of the uninfected population. The throat was burning with thirst. The gods refused to show mercy with the rain or the nearby river, but Arrow respectfully placed his last bottle on the ground in front of the woman.
" Here, drink up. The sun is too cruel today. " good nature intact by the collapsing world. Barely did the man knew the woman, but that didn't matter. She was alive, therefore - her life valuable. " I've heard stories about another camp. " head turned to the east. " But. . . stories and hopes live as long as we do nowadays, I'm afraid. "
