You know, the world ending wasn't so bad. I mean, in terms of the way it could have gone, Zombie Apocalypse really wasn't that bad. Supervolcano would have killed everything off, Ice Age frozen everyone to death. A meteorite impact, the sudden finality of 'bam, everything's fucked'. Hell, even most plagues would have been bad. Well, not to say that the current one isn't great, but... well, it's managable. Left us with a chance to rebuild afterwards. To start again.

Well, at least that's what we're doing now. Havre, a city above the snowline, nestled right next to the Ocean. I've no idea where exactly we are, although I distinctly remember passing a sign for Ottowa a few years ago. We cleared a small section of town... oh, about 7 yeads back. Four buildings with fire escapes, demolished the internal staircases up to the first floor. It wasn't perfect, by any means, but for 25 people who walked and lived through hell? It was heaven. We've had our problems of course, raiders and Shamblers about. But hey, we made it ours. Now we're well over a hundred strong, soon to hit 200. We've gone from four buildings to damn near the whole town. It's not perfect, but it's Home. And home's something we all sorely need now and again.

It's not perfect by any means. Fights break out, people get sick and hurt on occasion. Especially in winter, when people's tempers start to fray a little from the isolation. But we have power, mainly from some Solar Panels we managed to scavenge from a crashed truck, but wind and backup generators. And fresh fish, almost every week. The greenhouses are a godsend, kept hot thanks to some central heating wizardry. God, you never remember just how much of a luxury hot showers are after over a decade of walking.

And Kids! We had 7 new members join us this year, and from inside our own walls! God, it can be a racket sometimes but there's nothing like some kids to lighten the spirits.

Someone on the wall spotted some smoke not too far out. Maybe a few hours' walk from Havre. I volunteered, so did a couple of our hunters. They know the land best, and I'm pretty personable myself. Could just be... well, hopefully someone friendly. Probably not a Shambler that's walked into a power line, seeing as the power's been out for a decade. Could be another Richardson incident... someone setting a lure for us to check out, just to kill and eat one of us. Or maybe just a survivor looking for a Haven of their own. Either way, it's time to find out. Maybe give them a New Beginning.

Hello there prospective partners! Hope you're enjoying New Years, I know I enjoyed sleeping through it and waking up at 1am because my sleep schedule is fucked! So yay for that. On the upside, it means I wrote this little thing out. For those of you who want a TL;DR ; Indeterminate amount of time (at least a decade) since the Zombie Apocalypse (Romero not 28 Days Later), Town in the great frozen north, time for a new beginning.

So then, as for your character... I've left it open so you can really pick what you want to be. An Emissary from another settlement? A survivor, been alone for too ling and looking for Home? One of the rare Soldiers who managed to survive this long alone? A hard-bitten Hunter displaced and looking for a hot meal? Something Else? Pick what you want!

So then, down to brass tacks on things. I'm open to kinks and a switch, although I will say for T/Futa/M characters I top exclusively. Just not much of a bottom is all, and not too into getting penetrated anyway. But aside from that I do have some hard limits, which I ask you respect; Sexualised Gore, Vore, Underage, Bathroom Play, Beast, Necro, ABDL and extreme abuse.

Aside from that... hit me with your Survivors. Hope to see some wonderful orange envelopes soon! -Lex