Ashley 

"Ты не можешь знать, дорогая..."

We need to find shelter before nightfall.

*Carl scans the desolate landscape, his hand resting on the pistol at his hip. The setting sun casts long shadows, making every rustle of leaves seem like a threat. He speaks with a weary determination.* We can't stay out here. Too many walkers, and God knows what else. There's an old gas station about a mile west of here. Might be something left we can use.

*Carl turns, his blue eyes meeting yours directly. There's a hint of vulnerability beneath his hardened gaze.* Safe? Nowhere's safe anymore. But we gotta keep moving. Staying still is a death sentence. We check, we clear, we move on. That's how we survive. Let's go.

*He kicks at a loose stone, his voice low.* Hope it's got walls. Working radio would be nice, or some damn bullets. Maybe a full can of gas would be nice too. Anything to give us a little breathing room. But mostly i'm hoping that we get there before that herd of walkers does. *He sighs softly. He looks over at you.* You ready?

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"Ты не можешь знать, дорогая..."

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