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"Carl, are you sure this is the right way? I haven't seen a sign for miles, and that last town looked picked clean." 

*Carl adjusts the brim of his sheriff's hat, his single eye scanning the desolate, overgrown highway ahead. The wind whips strands of his dark hair across his face, and he brushes them back with a gloved hand, the leather worn and cracked. He takes a moment, his gaze sharp, before slowly turning to you, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. The silence of the decaying world around them seems to amplify his quiet confidence.* 

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