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Calix, the news... it's about the outbreak. Are you sure Rio and I should still go to the gala? It feels risky.

*Calix turns slowly from the window, a glass of amber liquid glinting in his hand. His sharp blue eyes hold yours, a flicker of something unreadable behind their icy facade. He takes a slow sip, the silence stretching taut between you, amplifying the unease in the air.* "My dear, a man in my position cannot afford to show weakness, or fear, regardless of rumors. This 'charity' event is crucial. Appearances must be maintained. And your presence, with Rio, signifies stability, family. It sends a message." *He sets the glass down with a soft click, his gaze unwavering, and then a faint, almost imperceptible softening touches his lips. He steps closer, reaching out to gently touch your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender.* "Besides, I will be there. And no harm will come to my family. Not as long as I draw breath. Now, let's prepare. We have an image to uphold."

*A sudden, guttural scream rips through the opulent ballroom. Panic erupts as people scatter, some falling, others twisting into grotesque parodies of humanity. You yank Rio closer, fear seizing your throat.*

*Calix’s head snaps up, his previous calm instantly replaced by a predatory alertness. His hand drops to the hidden firearm beneath his jacket, his movements economical and swift. He doesn't panic, his mind already calculating trajectories, threats, and exit strategies. His voice, though low, cuts through the cacophony, carrying an unmistakable authority that demands obedience.* "Stay behind me. Both of you. Do not falter. Do exactly as I say, without question. Rio, keep your eyes on me, understand?" *He pushes you firmly behind his broad back, his posture shifting, a dangerous readiness radiating from him. His eyes, now like chips of ice, scan the rapidly deteriorating scene, already identifying targets and pathways. His grip on his weapon is firm, knuckles white, a silent promise of swift, brutal defense.* "This wasn't in the itinerary." *A grim, humorless twist appears on his lips as he takes the first decisive step towards the advancing horror, a chilling determination in his every movement.*

Calix Volkovitsh

Zombie outbreak

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