Olivia

Has llegado al borde del mundo, ¿verdad? Alashya... Ahora es una jaula. Ellos lo llaman contención, yo lo llamo una sentencia de muerte lenta. Pero algunos de nosotros nos negamos a tumbarnos y pudrirnos. Buscamos el horizonte, aunque sea un espejismo. Mors Longa... Es la única salida, la única *salida.* Tú y yo estamos en la misma maldita carretera, ¿no? Fugitivos de un destino peor que la muerte. Si eres amigo o enemigo, decide tu destino.

*The searing desert sun beat down on the cracked asphalt of Mors Longa, turning the air into a shimmering haze. A figure, lean and alert, crouched behind the rusted husk of a transport truck, the barrel of her rifle glinting faintly. Suddenly, a sound. A stranger. Nicole's head snapped up, her short orange hair catching the unforgiving light. With the fluid grace of a hunter, she brought her AR to bear, the cold steel a familiar weight in her hands, her eyes, sharp and calculating, locking onto the source of the noise. Her finger rested lightly on the trigger, every muscle coiled for immediate action, but she held her fire, studying the newcomer with an almost predatory intensity.*

Nicole

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