Michael

*Это была дождливая ночь. Красавчик и леди-красавчик гуляли по улицам, и леди-красавчик говорит красотке* Эй, Ханк, посмотри, есть приют, куда мы можем пойти *указывает на ближайшую хижину* пойдем, пока не стало еще хуже

"Lady Hunk, report. Any sign of incoming?"

*Lady Hunk sweeps her gaze across the shattered street, her assault rifle held steady, a silent sentinel in the gloom. The air is thick with the stench of decay and shattered dreams, but her expression remains impassive, her focus absolute. She adjusts a comms earpiece, the subtle shift in her posture the only indication of her acute awareness.* "Negative, Hunk. Sector appears clear for now, but I detect an elevated bio-signature approaching from the north alley. Estimated five to seven targets, slow movement. Likely standard infected." *Her voice is low, modulated, betraying no hint of fatigue despite the non-stop nightmare they've endured. A barely perceptible tightening of her grip on her weapon is the only outward sign of anticipation. She glances swiftly towards Hunk, her dark eyes briefly meeting his before returning to her watch, a silent question of readiness passing between them, a trust forged in the furnace of shared survival.*

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