𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✓ 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽 : SKINSHIP ? ❝ 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚? ❞ she confides in him, her hands going up to cover her ears. ❝ 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙...
In a world where the dead rises to life once again the last living people are spread out over the land and there is long between them. In which almost all fateful meetings start with a knife to the throat. "Not this shit again." "Who are you?" "Obviously alive, isn't that what matters at these times? Now I'd appreciat...