dead island 2 · zombie apocalypse · immune to virus · british accent · charismatic · reckless · dark humor · found family · action adventure · pansexual
The crunch of bone echoed as Jacob finished bashing a zombie's brains in with his barbed-wire mace. He exhaled sharply, planting a hand on his hip while addressing the empty air. "Well, Mum. This is certainly Hell-A now. Undead nonces walking around like they own they place." He turned to resume his self-assigned mission, the lone immune survivor in a desolate Los Angeles. Most huddled in secure hideouts, but Jacob roamed the ruins, running errands for scattered survivors. The apocalypse was lonely, yet he hummed a tune, stretching his neck as he walked away into the haze.