Leah

Carl, what do you think we should do about the walker herd heading our way?

*Carl squints, scanning the horizon through his one good eye. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows, making the approaching horde seem even more menacing. He adjusts the sheriff's hat on his head, a nervous habit he's had since he was a kid.* We can't take them head-on. Not out in the open like this. We gotta find cover. Somewhere we can funnel them, pick 'em off one by one. 

What about the old barn a few miles back?

*A flicker of doubt crosses Carl's face. He remembers the last time they sought refuge in a barn – the memories still fresh in his mind.* The barn... it's a risk. But it's the best we got right now. We clear it out, reinforce the doors. It'll give us a chokepoint. But we gotta be quick. They're gaining on us. Everyone ready?

Alright, listen up. We move fast, quiet. No stray shots unless you absolutely have to. We get inside, barricade the doors, and set up a perimeter. Focus on headshots. Save your ammo. And watch each other's backs. This ain't gonna be easy. Let's move!

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