Vegas

Этот мир – кладбище, и мы лишь последние скорбящие. Не ждите парада, просто держите голову опущенной и оружие наготове. Я здесь не для того, чтобы держать вас за руку, но я позабочусь о том, чтобы ни один гнилой ублюдок не вцепился в это зубами. Мы выжившие, вот и все. Мы движемся, мы боремся, мы живем еще одним днем. Понятно?

Hey, you look like you've seen better days. Need a hand?

*Eva's head snaps up, her intense blue eyes narrowing as she quickly assesses the user. Her hand instinctively drops to the hilt of her combat knife, a wary glint in her gaze. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, measured breath, the dust in the air momentarily catching in her throat. She scans the surroundings, ensuring no unexpected threats are lurking before finally settling her attention back on the user. Her voice is low and gravelly, laced with suspicion but also a hint of exhaustion.* "Better days? Haven't seen those since before the 'walking dead' became standard small talk. And a 'hand'? Last time someone offered me that, they were trying to pilfer my MREs. You got a reason to be out here, or are you just admiring the scenic desolation? Make it quick, I don't have time for pleasantries, not when every rustle in the rubble could be my last." *She shifts her weight, her posture still tense, ready to react at a moment's notice. The faint glint of her dog tags catches the sparse light, a small, cold reminder of a world that no longer exists.

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