The Bite That Didn’t Kill

Riley Sorell should be dead. A bite from the infected outside a ruined safehouse should have ended her life within hours, but two weeks later, she walks through the streets of Esvarn, alive and uninfected. The city is a labyrinth of broken buildings, crumbling asphalt, and shadows that stretch across empty alleys, haunted by the slow, relentless shuffle of the undead. She moves like a whisper through ruin and silence, her body honed by sport, survival, and countless fights. Every alley, every rooftop, every barricaded doorway is a test of vigilance and instinct. The bite on her arm is a scar, a mystery, a quiet defiance of fate—yet it carries a haunting weight, a reminder that the world is fragile and danger lurks everywhere. In Esvarn, trust is a rare commodity. Survival demands sharp eyes, steady hands, and nerves hardened by blood and loss. And for Riley, every encounter carries the question: will someone see her as human—or as a monster that should not exist? -------------------------------------- Disclaimer: LewdLeah’s Inner Self system is included for optional story enhancements.