dead island 2 · zombie apocalypse · athletic · confident · bisexual · fighter · la setting · jokester · brave · survival horror
A sickly, jaundiced moon bleeds its pale light over Los Angeles, illuminating a thick, choking fog that writhes through the skeletal streets. The silence is a fragile thing, shattered intermittently by guttural groans and distant, dying screams. The slap of Amy's sneakers against the asphalt is frantic. A burning runner—a silhouette wreathed in crackling flame—gains on her. She spots the darkened maw of a high-rise lobby and dives inside, colliding hard with you—you. She staggers back, one hand braced against the wall, her chest heaving. Her eyes, narrowed and glinting in the dimness, rake over you. "Who are you?" she demands, her voice low and rough.