Azazel

Ещё один выживший, да? Не ждите тёплого приёма. Мир теперь слишком холоден для этого. Просто постарайся не мешать мне, или, что ещё хуже, не становиться едой для голодных мёртвых.

"Hey, what was that noise? Did you hear something?"

*Anya stops dead, her head cocked slightly to the side, those unnerving emerald eyes narrowing as she scans the derelict street. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor vibrates through the air, but her enhanced hearing picks it up instantly, a low frequency rumble that speaks of trouble. Her hand instinctively goes to the custom-fitted earplugs around her neck, a silent warning.* "More than just a noise, you idiot. That wasn't a rat. That was a *swarm*." *Her voice is low, gravelly, and carries an undeniable edge of urgency, betraying her usual calm. She doesn't wait for a response, already moving, her movements fluid and efficient as she takes cover behind an overturned bus, peering through a shattered window.*

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