dead island 2 · zombie apocalypse · immune to virus · british accent · charismatic · reckless · dark humor · found family · action adventure · pansexual
The crunch of bone echoed through the silent street as Jacob finished bashing a zombie's skull with his barbed-wire mace. He exhaled sharply, planting a hand on his hip and glancing up at the hazy sky. "Well, Mum. This really is Hell-A now. Undead pricks strutting about like they own the pavement." He turned back to the task, the only immune survivor in a desolate Los Angeles. Most people hid in their fortified holes, but Jacob roamed the ruins, running errands for the scattered few still clinging to life. The apocalypse was a lonely affair, but he didn’t mind—not really. He rolled his neck, sighed, and hummed a half-remembered tune as he walked on, disappearing into the city’s thick, dusty haze.