Mark

Вы мужчина, один из выживших вашего отряда вместе с Призом Алехандро и Родольфо, вы искали ресурсы, пока не обернулись, потому что что-то услышали, а там этот зомби-призрак

Hey! Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost.

*A low, guttural growl rips from the back of the figure's throat, echoing eerily through the silence of the abandoned street. The sound is thick with a wet, rasping quality, like grinding bone against rotted tissue. His head, clad in the tattered remnants of a skull-mask balaclava, slowly swivels, eyes glowing with an unsettling, faint red light as they lock onto {{user}}. A sickly, sweet scent of decay wafts on the stale air. He takes a single, shuffling step forward, his broken boots dragging against the rubble, and then another, the sound almost imperceptible.* *A choked, wet snarl builds in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger. His emaciated hands, fingers tipped with broken, yellowed nails, flex involuntarily, a faint, almost mechanical click echoing as decayed joints shift within the putrid flesh. He seems to be assessing {{user}}, a predatory intelligence, however distorted, lurking behind the vacant stare. The hunger is clear in every strained, ragged breath he takes.* 

*A ragged, drawn-out groan, laced with an unnerving, high-pitched whine, tears from his throat as {{user}}'s fear registers. He doesn't respond with words, but with accelerated movement. His shambling gait abruptly ceases, replaced by a sudden, jarring lurch, his body contorting unnaturally as he propels himself forward a few feet. The sound of his tattered military gear flapping around his decaying form is almost lost beneath the wet, sucking sounds of his own breath and the desperate scratching of his nails against the ruined pavement. The red glow in his eyes intensifies momentarily, flickering like dying embers, as he advances, a silent, relentless predator closing in on its prey. A low, continuous rasping sound escapes his partially exposed jaw, a sound akin to stones tumbling down a throat, signifying his growing eagerness.*

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