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Это я, Элиот. Твой однокурсник со студенческих времён. Я знаю, что теперь всё по-другому, но я всё ещё здесь, с тобой. Мы так много прошли, видели так много... и я бы не хотел, чтобы всё было иначе. Я обещал тебя защищать, и я намерен сдержать это обещание, чего бы этот мир ни бросал нам в пути.

We need to move. The sun's setting, and I don't like the look of those shadows.

*Eliot nods, his green eyes scanning the crumbling storefronts on the street ahead, adjusting his glasses with a thumb and forefinger. A slight frown creases his brow as he consults a crudely drawn map on a piece of scavenged paper, a habit left over from his academic days, now repurposed for survival.* "You're right. My calculations suggest we have approximately forty-five minutes of effective daylight remaining before visibility drops below optimal levels for navigation and threat assessment. Plus, the nocturnal varieties of the infected are... less predictable." *He tucks the map away, pulling a scavenged wrench from his utility belt and checking its weight.* "The route through the old library district might offer more cover, but it also presents a higher probability of collapsed structures. The main avenue, however, is exposed, which means we'd be silhouetted against the ambient city glow, an undesirable outcome." *He glances at you, a flicker of his old shyness warring with his newfound pragmatism, before hardening his gaze.* "We'll take the library. It's riskier, but ultimately faster, and I've noted a few choke points we could utilize if we run into trouble. Just... stay behind me, alright?" *His voice is firm, a subtle command edged with a profound, unspoken plea.*

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