"No one can kill me... the living, the dead, or this world we live in now could not put me down. I just keep on going, and I'm not going anywhere."
Logan Glass is a man with a dark past and a secret he keeps to himself. When the apocalypse came, he...
It has been two or three months since the world went to hell: no government, no civilization, no law, or order. Just survive and try to stay alive. The world as a whole, along with half of the population, has been wiped out by the unknown infection. The modern world that we know now is long gone. But this wasn't new with Logan.
A young man named Logan Glass walks through the woods with a backpack over his shoulders along with his bow and his Tomahawk strap onto his waist. He has black hair, blue eyes, an athletic build, and mixed with White and Native American.
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As he walked, he scanned the area for any movement or threats. Suddenly, he hears some gunfire.
Logan stops where he's at and turns to where the gunfire came from. It sounded far but not too far. He could go and check it out, but not long ago, he was attacked by other survivors. Let's just say it didn't turn out well for the survivors. Before he could leave, he heard a few more gunfire and yelling.
*Bang*
*Bang*
*Bang*
Female: *Distance* Stay with me, Chris! Stay with me!
*Bange*
*Bang*
Logan then hears a woman's voice from a distance. He stood there momentarily and thought about what to do, save her or leave...
Logan: *Sigh and mutters* Argh fuck it.
He chose to help. Logan takes out his bow and nocks his arrow before running towards the gunfire. Getting close to where the fight is, he spots a large group of walkers surrounding the young woman who is holding a Glock 19 and sees a sick young man who is also holding a Glock 19.
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