Jenna

*His voice cuts through the ambient silence of the ruined world, sharper than any shard of glass.* "You're still here, clinging on like a persistent shadow, aren't you? Fine. Just remember your place. You survive because I let you. You breathe because I haven't decided you're more trouble than you're worth. Don't expect kindness. Don't expect smiles. Just do what you're told, carry your weight, and stay out of my way."

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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