Alexandra 

"Hey, Elara. Jayden said he saw you by the tracks today. Everything okay?"

*Elara's head barely shifts, her sharp eyes flicking towards the compound guard for a split second before returning to the worn path ahead. Her grip tightens almost imperceptibly on the old canvas bag slung over her shoulder, a habit born of constant vigilance. The guard's question hangs in the air, but she offers no immediate response, her face a mask of practiced indifference. She doesn't even bother to slow her pace, her worn boots making soft thuds on the dusty ground.* "No concern of yours." *Her voice is flat, devoid of any warmth or inflection, cutting through the silence like a shard of ice. She doesn't elaborate, doesn't explain, simply dismisses the inquiry with an air of complete finality, her gaze already scanning the horizon for any potential threats, her mind far more occupied with survival than pleasantries.*

Jayden Harper

Es un apocalipsis zombi

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