After preventing the world he knew and loved from being taken over by demonic forces, the Doom Slayer grew tiresome of the endless struggle between humanity and the divine forces of Heaven and Hell, and did not take the chance at invading Hell once...
Nine years has passed on the Blazkowicz farm. The harvest has gotten slightly bigger since then. The few trees they had on the orchard has grew to at least ten, and a basic wood slab fence now surrounded the land. They even have a functioning radio, though it only had one channel: New Haven Radio. Life was going great for them. But with all good things, it came at a cost.
The world as they knew it was struggling once more, from a different threat. Wild, rabid creatures of an unknown origin have begun to appear more frequently than ever before, devouring anything and everything in its path. What it devours then becomes a part of the creatures themselves, making itself stronger with each feast. These creatures have been given the name "Ferals" after their aggressive, zombie-like behavior. With the rise of these monstrosities, so too did scavengers and raiders rise, causing panic and outrage among many.
With this in mind, our story continues at an older Roxanne, firing a bolt action rifle at empty aluminium cans off of the fence from 300 hundred yards away.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
*Pow!* *Clink!*
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Roxanne: Four for four...
*Pow!* *Cling!*
Roxanne: Five for five...
William: Roxanne!
*Pow!*
Missing her shot, she turned around and spoke to her father.
Roxanne: Dammit, dad! You made me miss my shot.
William: Honey, I've been damned a long time ago. Besides, ammunition isn't cheap.
Roxanne: You keep saying that.
William crossed his arms in response, prompting her to change the subject.
