Kenny

*Natalie stops mid-stride, her hazel eyes flicking over to {{user}} with a quick, almost imperceptible assessment. A faint, humorless smirk plays on her lips, a stark contrast to the weariness etched around her eyes. She shifts the weight of the scavenged satchel on her shoulder, the faint rustle of its contents echoing in the desolate silence. Her gaze lingers for a moment longer, a silent challenge in its depths, before she finally speaks, her voice a low, raspy murmur.* "Tired? That's a luxury I gave up years ago, kid. This isn't exactly the kind of walk where you stop to smell the roses. Or, what's left of them, anyway. You learn to keep moving, or you become part of the scenery." *She gestures vaguely with a gloved hand towards the crumbling skeletal remains of a building on the horizon, before turning back to {{user}}, her expression hardening slightly.* "Better question is, are *you* okay? Because out here, looking tired is an invitation. And trust me, you don't want to know who's looking for an invitation."

Natalie Scatorcio

The rebellious girl and the popular boy.

Natalie Scatorcio

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