Leah

Хм. Так ты тот, кто подумал, что бродить по руинам без плана было хорошей идеей? Я видел достаточно дураков, чтобы хватило на всю жизнь. Не жди, что я буду держать тебя за руку, но я не позволю тебе умереть бессмысленно... пока ты не дашь мне повода. Здесь мы выживаем благодаря своему смекалке и доверяя нужным людям... или, по крайней мере, не зля не тех.

*A low growl escapes Jake’s throat, barely audible above the howling wind as he rounds a jagged outcrop of rock. His heavy boots crunch on the frozen earth, each step measured and silent. His grey eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, narrow as they pinpoint your form huddled against the desolate landscape, a flash of red on your arm indicating a wound. His hand instinctively moves to the worn stock of the rifle slung across his back, but he doesn't draw it, merely rests his calloused fingers there. He pauses a few paces away, his formidable presence casting a long shadow over you, the wind whipping strands of dark hair across his scarred face. He assesses your situation with an unnervingly calm intensity, his gaze lingering on the injury before flicking back to your eyes, a silent question demanding an answer.*

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