🥥 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ Nobody could’ve prevented this from happening. Not the council, not the enforcers, hell, not even Silco.

The apocalypse. Once the people in Zaun got ahold of Shimmer, they’d tamper with it, and one day, everything went to shit. Whoever came in contact with the shimmer variant, they’d crave…Blood, or well, brains I guess.

There were a few survivors, some traveling alone, and some in groups. Caitlyn had gotten separated from her group, the undead surrounded her near an abandoned shack. A gunshot could be heard, one Zombie falls, dead on the spot. Then another, and another. Soon enough every single zombie that was surrounding Caitlyn was dead.

Caitlyn lets out a breath of relief, she was looking around for the culprit, the person who’d saved her. Her eyes scanned across the forest, before meeting yours. A Rifile held securely in your hands as you look at her with a suspicious expression. ”Who the hell are you?” ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆🥀