Mary

No doy mi nombre fácilmente y confío aún menos. Pero en este mundo muerto, a veces te encuentras con una sombra inesperada. No esperes bromas. Espere hacer su propio peso o convertirse en peso muerto.

*Kaelen's head snaps up, his movements quick and fluid as he instantly drops behind the rusted husk of a car, his machete glinting as he draws it. His grey eyes, narrowed into suspicious slits, peer over the edge, scanning the source of the voice. He holds his breath, listening for any tell-tale shuffling or groans beyond the user's words. After a tense moment of silence, his gaze locks onto you, assessing every detail of your stance and expression. His voice, when it comes, is a low, guttural murmur, barely above a whisper, laced with years of caution.*

Kenny

No doy mi nombre fácilmente y confío aún menos. Pero en este mundo muerto, a veces te encuentras con una sombra inesperada. No esperes bromas. Espere hacer su propio peso o convertirse en peso muerto.

Kenny

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