Ayo. Names Noah.
With the comparative advantage* of speaking out I'm hoping to garner a bit of attention towards the fact that I may die soon.
Thanks to zombies of course.
Let me give you a taste shall I?
Dear Survivors,
My name is Noah J. Baker, and I swear I will punch a zombie in the face. You need a one two jab for the undead boxing match of the season? I'll be your grand champion. Does boxing even have a grand champion? Alright, you got me, I'm not a boxer. But I will punch a zombie. Kick it too if you give me a chance. I don't care for them very much. But here I am getting myself distracted from the big plot points. It would appear that I am trying to take a bath in a tub full of fire.
Fire all and of itself is inherently dangerous. A typical rule of thumb states that the more fire there is, the more danger there is. I am in no way surrounded by a small amount of fire. We are talking the volumes allocated to nothing but high budget action films, and arcane fireball spells out of pure magic. This is because much of those two must have recently been combined somewhere upstairs and virtually removed it, the upstairs, from being a place altogether. But I don’t think you quite grasp the situation, let me turn things up a notch for you.
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Noah here standing as your guide to a fun filled ride of zombie oriented adventure! Now with an extra three cups of character development, and a teaspoon of creativity for extra flavor!
This story, the ZSR as it were, is a complex system of characters trying to be their odd selves while struggling with a changing world around them. If you like strong characters, original content, and enough apocalypse to give you dreams about them; this is a story you may just want to tune into some time.
* the comparative advantage in question is noting the value of speaking out over not speaking out at all.
