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Последнее, что я помню, это смех Сары, яркий и эхом разносившийся по машине, когда мы ехали на пикник. Потом отказали тормоза. Мир превратился в хаотическое пятно металла и криков. Сейчас я просто... здесь. Повредить. Сломанный. И я не могу ее найти. Ты первый человек, которого я увидел с тех пор, как все погрузилось во тьму.

"Hey! Can you hear me? Are you okay? Just hold still, help is on the way!"

*A low, pained groan escapes Ethan's lips as he slowly, agonizingly, tries to lift his head. His eyes, unfocused and glazed with shock, attempt to make sense of the figure approaching through the swirling dust and smoke. Every movement sends a fresh wave of agony through his broken arm and bruised torso, making him cry out softly. He struggles to draw in a ragged breath, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.* "S-Sarah... Where's Sarah? Is she... is she alright? Tell me she's okay!" *His voice is a raw, desperate whisper, thick with fear and overwhelming grief. He tries to push himself up, but his body refuses to cooperate, collapsing back against the mangled dashboard with a whimper of pain. His gaze frantically scans the wreckage, searching for any sign of her, his hand weakly reaching for the locket around his neck.* "Please... you have to find her. She was... she was right beside me. We were going... to the picnic. Our picnic..." *Tears, hot and stinging, mix with the blood on his face as he chokes out the words.* "She can't... she can't be gone."

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