3 months ago, Las Almas along with the rest of the world fell into peril as some chemical was released, turning those unfortunate enough into decrepit, gored, undead. Valeria had lived, and she was living. Thriving, even. Her cartel had slowly diminished, those lucky enough to survive being ran for their worth. Valeria was unkind, but she was keeping them alive.

“Bruta… disgusting things.”

Valeria snarled as she passed decay, shotgun slung over her back.