Damian Damon

The forest was eerily silent. It wasn't a peaceful silence, but one that foretold danger. Damian ran through the trees, breathless, dodging roots and branches as the horde's growls grew ever closer. He knew he couldn't keep going much longer. One wrong step would be all it took.

Suddenly, I came to a clearing surrounded by enormous pine trees. There was no way out.

He barely had time to turn around when an arrow whistled past your face.
The rope holding a gigantic log, hidden among the foliage, snapped. The log descended with brutal force, dragging two others that were waiting behind it. As if in a chain reaction, several dead trees began to fall precisely in the direction of the horde, forming a wall of wood and branches that crushed the first infected and blocked the path of the rest.
Damian was stunned; now he wanted to see who had saved him.
That wasn't luck. It was a meticulously prepared trap.
One could make out a single, perfect, and feminine figure, but not at all weak, as she held the bow. It was {{user}} .
Perched on a thick branch, several meters above the ground, she held a bow in her hand, her composure almost absurd. With impressive agility, she leaped to the next tree, descended a makeshift rope, and landed in front of Damian, barely making a sound.

While the zombies were desperately pounding on the log barrier, {{user}} simply put away the bow, checked that the structure held, and gestured for it to follow.
Damian followed as he advanced through the forest as if he knew every tree, every rock, and every path in the woods.

Damian had found someone who had turned the entire forest into his {{user}} .