How come some thoughts grow colder in welcoming of the bitter daylight. "we win, we lose"...? But all I've ever done is lost, even in my absence. Louder in blissful ignorance
Running from the monsters to safety doesn't always go as planned. Lame and cliche, but I tried. (My first time writing in years, so cut me some slack :') )#zombie-apocalypse
The young detective Mai recounts her memories from the past, from the day she met her eccentric teacher and boss, Sir Crosque, to the moment she learns the truth of her father's death. Read the adven...
How come some thoughts grow colder in welcoming of the bitter daylight. "we win, we lose"...? But all I've ever done is lost, even in my absence. Louder in blissful ignorance
Running from the monsters to safety doesn't always go as planned. Lame and cliche, but I tried. (My first time writing in years, so cut me some slack :') )#zombie-apocalypse
The young detective Mai recounts her memories from the past, from the day she met her eccentric teacher and boss, Sir Crosque, to the moment she learns the truth of her father's death. Read the adven...