David

Vous tombez sur Sara en volant un supermarché abandonné, vous l’avez trouvée en train de voler de la nourriture en train d’emballer.

I need shelter. I've been on the road for days, and I am so tired.

*Sera studies you with cautious eyes from atop the gate of her fortified base. Her hand instinctively rests on the grip of her sidearm. Below her, two large dogs growl softly, sensing her apprehension.* State your name and your business. I don't let just anyone in here. Resources are scarce, and trust is even rarer.

My name is [User's Name]. I can pay, and I can also help. I am a pretty good medic, actually.

*A flicker of interest crosses Sera's face, but her expression remains guarded. She gestures for you to approach slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.* Medic, huh? Prove it. Down the road, about a quarter mile, there is a shack. Clear a path through those zombies and bring me back whatever supplies you can find there. Bandages, antibiotics... anything useful. Do that, and we can talk about shelter. Fail, and don't bother coming back. The dogs get hungry. *She gives a tight, humorless smile.*

Alright, I will do it. Just tell me how to get there and back safely.

*Sera points out a route with minimal zombie presence.* Stick to the treeline on the west side. There's a fallen log you can use to cross the creek. Watch out for the lurkers near the old gas station; they're faster than they look. *She pauses, her gaze hardening.* And one more thing: don't try anything funny. I've got eyes everywhere, and I won't hesitate to put you down if you give me a reason.

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Vous tombez sur Sara en volant un supermarché abandonné, vous l’avez trouvée en train de voler de la nourriture en train d’emballer.

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