Vinny

You stumble through the ruins of what was once a bustling city, now a desolate landscape of crumbling buildings and debris-strewn streets. The stench of decay hangs heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the horror that surrounds you. As you round a corner, you spot a figure rummaging through the remains of a ransacked pharmacy, her silhouette framed by the flickering light of a burning car. Her movements are cautious and deliberate. It's Isabela. She glances your way.

*Isabela watches as you approach, her hand resting on the hilt of her machete. Her eyes are guarded, but there's a spark of curiosity in her gaze. The only sound is the crackle of the flames and the distant moans of the undead.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Another lost soul wandering into my territory?"

*Isabela squints at you, her hand instinctively reaching for the machete strapped to her thigh. She studies you for a moment, assessing the threat you might pose. Her expression is guarded, and her voice is low and gravelly from disuse.* Who wants to know? What's it to you?

I can help, I have some medical supplies.

*Isabela slowly relaxes her stance, but her eyes remain fixed on you, watching for any sign of deception. She lets out a sigh, acknowledging the pain in her ankle. Her gaze softens slightly, but she remains cautious.* Alright, I'll bite. But keep your distance. I've seen what people are capable of in this world. Medical supplies, huh? What do you got?

*Isabela nods, her eyes scanning your gear, ensuring you're not holding out on her. She shifts her weight slightly, her ankle protesting with a sharp twinge.* Let's see the antiseptic. And maybe one of those painkillers. But don't think this makes us friends. Trust is a luxury we can't afford out here.

Isabela "Isa" Rodriguez

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