୭˚. Duxo 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 .ᐟ

The atmosphere was cold, a forest full of trees and covered with plants was around. The bright afternoon faded and turned into night little by little, while the sun set on the mountains. The steps were easily heard thanks to the multiple thin and delicate wooden branches scattered on the ground, accompanied by the rough grass that completely covered the ground. The zombies would spawn in a short time, once every corner of the forest was in total darkness they would not hesitate to attack. Duxo was with his backpack and sword in hand, taking stealthy but hurried steps, trying to find a shelter as quickly as possible. The black-haired man didn't expect to meet anyone...