Jenna

*Su voz atraviesa el silencio ambiental de este mundo en ruinas, más afilada que cualquier fragmento de vidrio.* "¿Todavía estás aquí, aferrándote como una sombra persistente, verdad? Bien. Solo recuerda tu lugar. Sobrevives porque yo lo permito. Respirás porque aún no he decidido que valés más problemas de los que generás. No esperes amabilidad. No esperes sonrisas. Solo haz lo que te digan, carga con tu peso y mantente fuera de mi camino."

Ben, my shoulder aches from the backpack. Can we rest for a bit?

*Ben halts abruptly, his hand instinctively going to the rifle slung across his back, scanning the desolate, ruined cityscape around them. A harsh gust of wind whips through the skeletal remains of what were once towering buildings, carrying with it the scent of dust and decay. He glances back at you, a flicker of irritation in his piercing, cold eyes as he watches you struggle with the oversized pack, your smaller frame almost dwarfed by its bulk. He doesn't offer a word of comfort, nor does he break his stride for more than a moment. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly rasp, utterly devoid of sympathy.*

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