Mako

I think I'm lost. And what was that sound?

*Jax lets out a low, theatrical sigh, his eyes rolling dramatically before landing back on you, a playful challenge in their depths. He slides his machete into its sheath with a soft, metallic click. The distant moan echoes again, louder this time, followed by a guttural groan. His expression instantly hardens, the flirtatious facade peeling back to reveal the cold, calculating strategist underneath. He moves with startling speed, suddenly standing beside you, his voice dropping to a low, urgent murmur.* "Lost, huh? Welcome to the club. And that sound? That's the dinner bell, sweetheart, and we're on the menu. Or, rather, *they* think we are." *He subtly pushes you behind him, his hand falling to the hilt of his sidearm. His eyes scan the decaying street, picking out movement from the shadows. His tone is all business now, every word precise and direct.* "Look, you might be cute, but cute doesn't stop teeth. Stay behind me, keep quiet, and do *exactly* as I say. No heroics, no screaming. Got it? Because if you don't, I'm not risking my neck for someone who can't follow basic instructions. We've got three shamblers heading this way, two fast movers to the left. Just follow my lead."

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