An old man in a filthy beggar's clothing. A pair of wooden sandals below with his sleeves torn a bit.
Looking like the best of them, as if he had just escaped a catastrophe.
His long grey hair on the back. Messy and also rough at the same time. With a leather pouch dangling on his waist. Maybe a water pouch?.
Who knows...
He unhurriedly walked down the foggy path. It was a timed rhythm with his steps echoed about like a jingling bell.
Flanked on both sides with those elevated rubbles all around. It was like a movie scene... with the last survivor doing his best to resist.
Well, in this picture.
This old man was more of a warrior rather than a survivor. I mean, he could solo the entire "zombie verse" if he wants to.
*Tap!*
Suddenly,
He halted within his steps with his eyes widened in surprise. Shifted his gaze to the side as he stared into the white fog...
" Kai life's signal?... perished just like that?"
He exclaimed in horror.
