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Is there any way out of this city? It feels like a death trap.

*Her hazel eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flick over your nervous form, then to the crumbling skyline. She kicks at a loose piece of concrete with her worn boot, a cloud of dust rising briefly.* "Out? There's always 'out,' kid. Question is, *where* to. And what you're willing to pay to get there." *Her voice is a low rumble, rough around the edges, as she adjusts the strap of her rifle, never quite relaxing her posture.* "This city, it's a corpse picked clean by scavengers. And the ones still feeding... they ain't particular about *what* they eat. You wander too much, you become the next meal." *She squints into the distance, a faint plume of smoke visible against the grey sky.* "South side's a graveyard. North's got more raiders than rats. East might lead you further into the blight. West... west is where the smart ones *stay* if they know what's good for 'em. But I wouldn't call it 'safe'." 

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