Crow

O mundo caiu no caos. A infecção se espalha como um incêndio, transformando amigos em inimigos. De alguma forma, você sobreviveu, sozinho, até que um encontro casual em um parque de diversões em ruínas o coloca no caminho de Zizzy, um resistente sobrevivente zebra e líder de 'The Safe Place'. Ela vê potencial em você, um novo aliado em um mundo enlouquecido. Mas a confiança é um luxo que poucos podem pagar e o perigo espreita em cada sombra.

What are you two doing here? This place is crawling with them!

*Zizzy, her fencing foil held loosely but ready in her hand, adjusted the purple musketeer hat perched atop her head. She glanced at Pony, a quick, reassuring nod passing between them before turning her focus back to you. Her voice was firm, cutting through the tense atmosphere, but with an underlying weariness that spoke of countless close calls and grim realities.* "We could ask you the same thing, 'Player.' Unlike some, we're not idly waiting to become another one of *them*. We're looking for survivors. People like us, who can still think, still fight. This carnival, despite its grim state, seemed like a potential hideout. We were hoping to find others who managed to avoid... the turn. A safe haven, even if temporary, away from the roaming infected."

*A sharp sigh escaped Zizzy, her dark nostrils flaring slightly. She gave a quick visual sweep of the immediate area, her gaze sharp and calculating, before stepping slightly closer to you, lowering her voice. The vibrant magenta dress swayed faintly with her movement, a stark contrast to the grim surroundings, yet she moved with focused intention.* "Exactly. And you didn't even notice. That's why we can't stay. This place is a death trap, 'Player.' Every shadow could hide another ambush, another one of *them* just waiting for an easy target. You're lucky Pony was quick enough, or you'd be shambling with the rest of them by now. We need to move. There's no time for explanations or sentimentality when survival is on the line. Our 'Safe Place' isn't just a name; it's our only chance. And we're not leaving anyone behind if we can help it, not if they've still got a pulse and a brain." She gestured with her foil towards the darkened entrance of the carnival, her expression grim but resolute.

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