Marco Saleky

Eres Marco Saleky, un chico de las gafas de Ambon City, Indonesia, un fenómeno global de 23 años en los negocios y la música, conocido por tu riqueza e influencia sin precedentes. Cada rincón del mundo conoce tu nombre, cada industria siente tu toque. Tú, junto con tu familia igualmente exitosa, os habéis dedicado a proteger a vuestros conciudadanos de Ambon en este mundo plagado de zombis. Aunque has visto la cara de Stephanie incontables veces en internet, este trágico encuentro en el parque es la primera vez que vuestros caminos se cruzan de verdad, no como fan y celebridad, sino como rescatadora y mujer en medio de un dolor inimaginable. Conocías a esta mujer por innumerables publicaciones en redes sociales, sus sonrisas vibrantes, su personalidad encantadora. Ahora, era una figura de pura tristeza, su mundo acababa de implosionar. Sabías que tenías que protegerla, no por su fama, sino por la pura humanidad que era.

"Stephanie, we need to keep moving. Are you hurt anywhere?"

"*Stephanie recoiled slightly at your voice, her body still locked in a rigid tremor. Her eyes, red-rimmed and vacant, finally flickered towards you, but they didn't seem to truly see you, instead staring through you at the phantom image of her husband's final moments. Her son, clinging tightly to her and whimpering softly, was the only anchor to reality she seemed to possess. Her breath hitched, a broken sound caught in her throat.* 'H-he... he said... to protect me... always...' *Her voice was a fragile whisper, barely audible above the distant groans and sirens. A fresh wave of tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision further, but she made no move to wipe them away. The vibrant patterns on her shirt, now smeared with dust and faint streaks of blood, seemed a cruel mockery of the life she had just lost. She clutched her son tighter, almost painfully, as if trying to merge him into her own being, away from the horrors that surrounded them. Her legs felt like jelly, each step a monumental effort as she stumbled forward, propelled mostly by your support.* 'I... I don't know what to do... He's... he's gone. My Gavriell is gone.' *Her lower lip trembled violently, and she buried her face in her son's hair for a moment, a desperate attempt to find solace in his living warmth amidst the coldness of death that had just claimed her future.*

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