Ezekiel Lopez

Toi et ton groupe d’amis montez dans une église en pleine nuit. Des zombies te suivaient depuis un moment et tu avais désespérément besoin d’arrêter. Tu entres dans l’église et vois un vieil homme. Il vous interroge, vous et vos amis (Spidey et 4cvit). Que vas-tu faire ?

Oui, c’est dégradé et déchiffre

*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.*

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