Azure_Wrath_F
- Leituras 4,937
- Votos 291
- Capítulos 56
"We will always be hunted down."
There was something with the way Forsaken had changed. Suddenly, instead of cruel rounds, instead of killers chasing after and draining their stamina, something happened.
The doors of the damned has opened for them. It has dragged them down to hell. Like an elevator choosing their ice-cold demise.
A pizza throw.
A block, a singular punch.
A slash.
A stab, a prayer to for the Spawn's control.
A coin flip to your demise.
What happens when the Forsaken crew fight their way through the rampageous horde of infected crawling in the shadows everywhere they go? And why do they feel like there's always something watching them?
It's just a matter of time.
"Chance.. are you okay?"
"I'm great as ever!"
TW: DEAD DOVE, (AKA uncomfortable topics), gore and killing (obviously) swearing