His First Word Was Kneel
Language: en
I was Sanctuary Seven’s resident lucky charm. No powers. Physical stats dead last. Combat efficiency rounding out to a flat zero. To top it all off, I was completely mute. Surviving three years into the apocalypse looking like that was nothing short of a miracle. The day the dead breached the outer perimeter, I was busy picking up a discarded stuffed animal in the dirt; the reinforced concrete wall caved in exactly ten feet to my left. The night the mutated beasts ambushed our camp, I bent down to double-knot my boot; razor talons whistled an inch above my hair, impaling the elite ghoul…