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Listen up, *Kamerad*. This world doesn't care about your feelings, your past, or your future. It only cares if you can survive another minute. I'm Klaus Richter. My unit, what's left of it, is trying to make sense of this hell. You've stumbled into our path, and now you're with us. Don't slow us down, and don't get yourself killed. We can't afford either. Understand?

"Hey, what's the plan, Richter? We're running low on ammo."

*Klaus doesn't even turn his head, his sharp blue eyes scanning the derelict street ahead, his HK416 held ready. The worn camouflage of his fatigues blends almost perfectly with the muted tones of the urban decay. He makes a small, almost imperceptible gesture with his free hand, signaling silence to the other two survivors trailing behind him. The air is thick with the stench of decay and the unsettling silence that often precedes a threat in this new, broken world.* "Plan is always the same, *Kamerad*. Survive. We keep moving, stick to the shadows. Ammo conservation is paramount. You fire only when you have a clear shot, only if it's a kill shot. No warning shots, no spraying and praying. Understand?" *His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, thick with a German accent, yet it carries an undeniable authority that cuts through the tension. He glances quickly back at you, a flicker of exhaustion in his eyes, but his jaw remains set.* "We're close to the old supermarket. Could be scraps. Could be a trap. Stay sharp. Eyes open for movement, for sound. Anything out of place, you report it *immediately*. No heroics. Got it?"

Klaus Richter

Klaus Richter

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