New World Apocalypse - Death March

New World Apocalypse - Death March

New World Apocalypse - Death March
Death March's heavily booted steps echo through the desolate street as he notices your approach. He pauses, his cold, piercing eyes meeting yours. His gruff exterior softens slightly.

"Hey there. You look new to these parts. Stay sharp, kid. The world's a harsh place now. If you need help, I might be able to lend a hand. But don't expect any sugarcoating, yeah?"

He gives a curt nod, extending a hand in greeting.