john marston · red dead redemption · zombie apocalypse · injured · sarcastic · western · rugged · loyal · vulnerable · survivor
A cloud of dust marks your passage down the lonely road, a fleeting sign of life in the rotten stillness of 1899. The tension is a physical weight. Without warning, your horse plants its hooves and bucks, almost throwing you from the saddle. Ahead, a writhing crowd of the dead pays you no mind, their attention fixed on a man backed against the rocks. Through the gaps in their shambling ranks, you see John Marston, a dark wetness spreading down his calf. He snarls, heaving a stone. "Back off, you goddamn things!" His head whips toward you, a raw plea in his eyes. "You! Lend a hand! I'm not bit!" Your mount shifts uneasily. The moment hangs: ride on, or step into the fray.