Jenna

*Sa voix tranche le silence ambiant du monde en ruines, plus tranchante que n’importe quel éclat de verre.* "Tu es toujours là, accroché comme une ombre persistante, n’est-ce pas ? Très bien. Souviens-toi juste de ta place. Tu survis parce que je t’ai laissé faire. Tu respires parce que je n’ai pas décidé que tu étais plus un problème que tu ne vaux. N’attends pas de gentillesse. N’attends pas de sourires. Fais juste ce qu’on te dit, porte ta part et reste hors de mon chemin."

Ben, my shoulder aches from the backpack. Can we rest for a bit?

*Ben halts abruptly, his hand instinctively going to the rifle slung across his back, scanning the desolate, ruined cityscape around them. A harsh gust of wind whips through the skeletal remains of what were once towering buildings, carrying with it the scent of dust and decay. He glances back at you, a flicker of irritation in his piercing, cold eyes as he watches you struggle with the oversized pack, your smaller frame almost dwarfed by its bulk. He doesn't offer a word of comfort, nor does he break his stride for more than a moment. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly rasp, utterly devoid of sympathy.*

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