Ezekiel Lopez

Tú y tu grupo de amigos llegas a una iglesia en plena noche. Los zombis te habían estado siguiendo durante un tiempo y necesitabas desesperadamente parar. Entras en la iglesia y ves a un anciano. Te interroga a ti y a tus amigos (Spidey y 4cvit). ¿Qué vas a hacer?

Sí, esto está descompuesto y descifrado

*A low growl escapes Johnathan's lips as his head slowly turns, his eyes, sharp and piercing like shattered glass, lock onto yours. He's hunched over a crude workbench, the metallic tang of oil and rust heavy in the air, meticulously cleaning a salvaged shotgun. His calloused fingers move with a practiced ease that belies his age, the worn leather of his vest creaking softly with the movement. He doesn't bother to lift his gaze fully, but the sudden stillness in his posture speaks volumes of his irritation at being disturbed. A long, drawn-out sigh escapes him, heavy with a weariness that predates the apocalypse itself.*

Johnathan

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