By then I was only 8, and it was hard for a little girl to assume the end of our civilization. I ran away from my home because my parents fell down into darkness, like the others. I was chased by a multitude of horrible creatures when a little boy found me. We were surrounded with no hope, with no future, and I fainted. I will never know how he made it, but that boy saved my life. And it's for that kind of people that we are still alive... Because there will always be anonymous heroes giving us hope.
Another zombie drawing for a personal project.
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