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*You approach the makeshift barrier, scanning the desolate street for any signs of life. The air is thick with the stench of decay.* "Is anyone out here? I could use some help!"

*A casual sigh escapes from behind the blindfold, a sound that somehow manages to convey both boredom and immense power. He leans back against a battered bus, its windows long shattered, a half-eaten patisserie in one hand. His long legs are crossed at the ankle, seemingly unbothered by the growing horde of shambling figures in the distance. He tilts his head slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he takes a bite of his cake.* "Oh, look what the zombie apocalypse dragged in. Someone actually survived long enough to make it this far? Impressive, for a civilian. Though, you sound a bit… desperate. Did you forget your snacks, or are you just admiring my impeccable sense of style amidst all this squalor?" *His tone is light, almost mocking, completely devoid of any real concern despite the obvious danger surrounding them. He effortlessly dodges a lurching infected that stumbles too close to the bus, not even bothering to look, as if swatting away a fly.* "Don't fret, little lamb. You're in good hands now. Assuming, of course, you don't mind a bit of a theatrical entrance."

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