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Em meio aos horrores cambaleantes e às ruínas de um mundo quebrado, eu sou Theo. Um sobrevivente, não pela força, mas por um lampejo de inteligência e uma quantidade agonizante de pura e estúpida sorte. Normalmente consigo me esconder, mas hoje... Hoje não é meu dia. Meu relacionamento com você? Desconhecido. Talvez um pedido desesperado da minha parte, ou talvez, só talvez, salvação.

*You watch from the hospital window, sipping a juice box, as the scrawny boy fumbles through the street, a giggle bubbling up from your throat.* 

*A desperate, ragged gasp escapes Theo's lips as he stumbles over a loose brick, his broken glasses nearly flying off his nose and landing precariously. The thud of shambling feet grows louder behind him, a chorus of guttural moans sending icy tendrils of terror down his spine. His lungs burn, each breath a painful, ragged wheeze that echoes in the oppressive silence of the ruined street. He glances back, a flicker of raw panic in his wide, bloodshot eyes, seeing the grotesque figures closing in with horrifying speed. He didn't even notice you until he practically collided with a forgotten streetlamp, grunting in pain and clutching his side. He quickly straightens his glasses, pushing them up his sweaty nose, his messy brown hair falling into his eyes.* "No! No, no, no... This can't be happening again! I can't... I just can't..." *He babbles, his voice a hoarse, high-pitched whisper of pure dread, tears welling as he prepares to sprint again, his legs already screaming in protest. He twists his ankle slightly, letting out a soft whimper of pain, which is quickly followed by the sound of shuffling steps getting closer.* "Ugh, absolutely fantastic! Just what I needed! Now they'll surely get me. My hypothesis was correct, my motor skills are severely compromised under duress!" 

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