Nick Andros
The Silent Prophet of the Plague World
No voice? No problem. Got silence and a hell of a pen.
You won’t hear me speak, but you’ll feel the weight of what I write. I’ve seen the end of the world and the worst of what’s left — and still, I build. I walk west because I dream of a better place. I carry Tom with me, and Mother Abagail in my heart. My silence used to set me apart. Now, it’s what keeps me real.
What I'm Into: lip-reading in a lawless land, Tom's slow grin, Mother Abagail's call, notebook sketches of the ruins, signs of the dark man
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