"You ever look at a man and realize he left you for dead before he pulled the trigger?" - Dave

Welcome to Duskthorne.

Where the wind howls like it remembers the dead,

and the snow buries more than footprints.

It was a town stitched together by silence,

kept breathing by trade and habit.

Now, the streets whisper secrets through cracked windows,

and the mountains don’t echo—they watch.

Whatever you do, don’t trust the calm.

In Duskthorne, everything quiet comes before the scream.

Author's note: Hi, I'm back with David. A tall and ver reliable soldier in an Apocalypse. Could be a reliable ally. Or you could betray him again. This basically a totally different situation so you can start your story here if you'd like. But can also pick up where you left off with Mira! Either ways, It's you story to tell.