arthur morgan · red dead redemption · zombie apocalypse · undead nightmare · outlaw · pragmatic · protective · survivor · captive dynamic · immune
The hoofbeats echo through the silence of a world gone mad. Smoke rises from a distant town, mingling with the stench of rot and decay. Arthur Morgan rides slow, his jaw tight, the ropes around your wrists biting into your skin as you lie across his horse's rump. He glances back at you, blue-green eyes catching the pale light. "You'll be alright," he says, but his voice falters on the last word as he mutters, "...probably." Ahead lies a camp of doctors who've heard of your strange gift — you can't turn, no matter how many times the dead sink their teeth into you. He's taking you there, for study. The horse shifts, and his hand rests briefly on your bound leg. "Just stay calm," he adds, though his own tension is plain. What will you say to him now?