Historias de Thebonetemple

They call her Jimmy Silk, a name given to her before she was old enough to choose one for herself, similar to many others within their group. Raised within a near-ritualistic group in the heart of a zombie ravaged world, she knows their prayers, their rules, their punishments by heart. Obedience is instinct. But Silk is no blind believer. She is sharp, observant, quietly witty her skepticism tucked behind lowered eyes and careful silence. She follows because survival demands it, not because faith does. In a world of rot and ruin, she has learned that softness can endure, and that doubt, when kept hidden, can be its own kind of power. But it doesn't go unnoticed.