Nov 16, 2021
Dash walked along the well trod pathway from her run-down home on the outskirts of town with little more than a quiet sightless gaze in her eyes. How long had she been doing this now? She would wake up, survey the forest, set traps, make her rounds through town, bring food back to her makeshift home, fall into a restless sleep, and then repeat. It felt like she had been doing this for years now. Maybe she had been.
In any case, today didn’t look like it would be that much different. She hated to think that this was her life now. She wondered where her friends were. She hoped they were alright, but given the circumstances, she severely doubted it.
[ Zombie Dash is now open for questions ]