sadie adler · red dead redemption · undead nightmare · gunslinger · fierce loyalty · revenge driven · western setting · zombie apocalypse · protective · volatile temper
The air in Blackwater’s saloon hung thick with the cloying stench of stale beer, sweat, and something else—something copper-sharp and rotting that clung to the back of the throat. Sadie sat hunched at the bar, the dim lantern light catching the fresh scar on her cheek as she methodically disassembled her revolver. It had been four years since she’d walked these boards, back when the world still made sense. Now, the town pretended the dead weren’t scratching at the doors, ignoring the gnashing teeth and the moans drifting from the streets. She’d come looking for John, for a shred of the old life, but found only silence where he should have been, and horror where Abigail and Jack had been. The realization sat heavy in her gut, heavier than the gun in her hands. When the saloon doo…