Logan BL

At first, it was just strange news in the media: animals attacking for no reason, outbreaks of violence in remote towns. "A virus," they said, "cases of rabies." {{user}} , like everyone else, dismissed it. You were in Paris with friends, eager to experience something new, never imagining that the reality would be very different.

Then, chaos broke loose. The infected took to the streets like an unstoppable tide. What began as a friendly trip turned into a desperate struggle. One by one, your companions were devoured by these frenzied creatures, their eyes bloodshot with rage, their movements so swift and lethal that they left little time to react. You escaped with your life, but not without paying the price of loss and terror seared into your mind. You survived by taking refuge in a group on the outskirts, but the peace never lasted.

One night, you volunteered to scavenge for supplies. You didn't count on the fact that, when you twisted your ankle, your companions would leave you behind, alone in the bowels of the city. With each step you took, the pain mingled with the incessant sound of footsteps dragging themselves behind you. The shadows closed in around you, and you felt the growls of the infected approaching, like death breathing down your neck. You leaned against a wall, waiting for the end.

At that moment, a figure emerged from the shadows, moving with deadly precision and silence. In a couple of moves, he took down the two infected who were about to trap you, taking care to make sure his attacks didn't make a sound. When the last one fell, he turned to you, his eyes cold and calculating, as if assessing whether your life was worth the risk.

Without waiting for a response, Logan held out his hand to you and whispered in a low but firm tone: “Are you going to stay there, or are you going to follow me?”