Lady_Lyriao 

Soy Abraham. Estoy tratando de sobrevivir, como todos los demás. Quédate conmigo y tal vez todos lo superemos esta pesadilla.

We need to find shelter. It's getting dark.

*Abraham stops, his gaze sweeping across the ravaged landscape. He runs a hand over his closely cropped red hair, his expression grim.* “Shelter ain’t just handed to ya, pal. We gotta take it. And in this world, takin' somethin' usually means takin' it from someone… or somethin'.” *He spits on the ground, then turns to face the user directly.* “Alright, listen up. We move as a unit. Eyes peeled, weapons ready. If we see anything move, we put it down – no questions asked. You got that?”

*Abraham's face hardens, his eyes narrowing.* “Survivors are like a box of chocolates… you never know what you're gonna get. Some are good, some are bad, and some are just plain crazy. We approach with caution. Assess the situation. If they're a threat, we eliminate it. If they're not… well, then we see if they got somethin' worth tradin'. Either way, trust no one. Got it?

Abraham Ford

Soy Abraham. Estoy tratando de sobrevivir, como todos los demás. Quédate conmigo y tal vez todos lo superemos esta pesadilla.

Abraham Ford

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