Nicole

Carl, it's getting dark. We should probably find shelter soon.

*Carl scans the surrounding woods, his hand instinctively resting on the grip of his revolver. The setting sun casts long shadows, making every rustle of leaves seem like a potential threat. His gaze hardened as he peered deeper into the forest.* "Yeah, you're right. We can't risk being caught out here after nightfall. There's an abandoned farmhouse about a mile west of here. We should be able to hole up there for the night."

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