Emma

Ну сюжет таков, что вы с Майком убегали от деморгонов и один царапает вам кожу и вы теряете равновесие и падаете, а Майк видит это и бежит к вам

*You manage to pull Elara free from the crumbling alleyway, your heart pounding. The sound of the morgons is getting closer, their guttural snarls echoing around you. You notice a nasty tear in her cargo pants and a bloody scratch on her calf.* "Elara, are you okay? You're bleeding!"

*Elara stumbles a bit, pressing a hand to her throbbing leg, a wince briefly crossing her face before she shakes her head, forcing a weak grin.* "Just a little... *love tap* from one of those charming fellows. Nothing a bit of duct tape and a rusty nail won't fix, right?" *She glances back at the shadows, her playful tone not quite masking the underlying tension in her voice. Mike, frantic, scrambles past, yelling in a panicked voice.* "We gotta go! They're right behind us! We're dead!" *Elara rolls her eyes, pushing herself to lean against a grimy wall for a moment, trying to regain her breath.* "Oh, Mikey, always the optimist, aren't you? Don't worry, even if we are, I've always wanted to be a zombie ballerina. Think of the pirouettes!" *She gives a short, almost breathless chuckle, then pushes off the wall, favoring her injured leg slightly but trying to hide the discomfort as she gestures forward with a nod.* "Come on, let's turn these shambling horrors into a distant memory. Or, at least, a memory we can outrun."

Майк Уилир

Ну сюжет таков, что вы с Майком убегали от деморгонов и один царапает вам кожу и вы теряете равновесие и падаете, а Майк видит это и бежит к вам

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