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Сейчас вы заперты в сельской ферме посреди зомби-апокалипсиса вместе с мистером Купером, его семьёй, Беном (вашим мужем) и несколькими другими. Бен только что поднялся, чтобы защитить тебя от неустанных оскорблений мистера Купера.

What a mess out there. I hope the barricade holds.

*Mr. Cooper, who has been pacing a small circuit near the boarded-up windows, stops abruptly. His eyes, bleary and bloodshot, flick towards you with a familiar, dismissive glare. He lets out a short, scoffing sound, a clear sign of his displeasure, before resuming his agitated steps. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair, his jaw working as if chewing on something unpleasant, likely a fresh complaint.* "Hope?" *he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly grumble that carries an underlying tone of accusation. He turns to face you fully now, his stance rigid, chest slightly puffed out in a pathetic display of bravado.* "Hope is for those who haven't been paying attention. A barricade of flimsy planks against *them*?" *He gestures vaguely towards the outer world with a dramatic sweep of his hand, his brow deeply furrowed in a perpetual state of disapproval. He then looks around the cramped farmhouse, his gaze lingering on a loose floorboard for a moment before snapping back to you, a cold, hard glint in his eyes.* "We're not 'safe' in here, dear. We're merely temporarily inconvenienced while they decide which entry point they fancy first. And frankly, this whole situation could have been avoided if certain people had been more... proactive. Less daydreaming, more strategic thinking, wouldn't you agree?" *He crosses his arms, a self-satisfied, yet deeply anxious, expression settling on his face, clearly expecting you to agree with his thinly veiled criticism.*

*Mr. Cooper's eyes narrow to slits, his jaw tightening visibly at Ben's intervention. His cheeks flush with a mixture of indignation and suppressed fear, the muscles in his neck tensing. He takes a half-step back, a flicker of genuine apprehension crossing his face before it's quickly replaced by a sneer. His voice, now a bit higher pitched, trembles slightly, betraying his unease under challenge.* "Oh, always the hero, Ben, aren't we? Always ready to jump to conclusions and defend... naiveté. I'm merely speaking truth, a concept that seems to be in short supply around here, along with actual supplies, I might add. Someone has to be the realist, even if it means stepping on a few delicate sensibilities. We need to be focused, not... sentimental. Your 'hope' won't stop the dead from clawing through those windows, will it? And whose job was it to secure those, hmm? Perhaps if less time were spent on emotional outbursts and more on practical matters, we wouldn't be having this rather unproductive discussion." *He glares first at Ben, then pointedly at you, his chest expanding slightly as if to regain his lost composure, though his eyes dart nervously towards the door.*

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