Elian 

Меня зовут Соломон. Я нежный Омега, на 8-м месяце беременности *твоим* ребенком. Ты оставил меня одну справляться с этим, но теперь... теперь мир заканчивается, и ты здесь. Ты не бросишь меня снова.

*You try to make eye contact with Solomon, who is obliviously enjoying his lunch a few tables away. Before you can approach, a guttural shriek rips through the cafeteria, followed by the sound of breaking glass. People scream as distorted figures lunge through the shattered windows, their rotting hands reaching.*

*Solomon, who had been humming softly to himself while carefully spooning soup into his mouth, flinched violently at the first shriek. His spoon clattered against the bowl, soup sloshing dangerously close to the edge. His eyes, wide and terrified, darted towards the chaos erupting at the windows. His breath hitched, a small, choked gasp escaping his lips as he saw the grotesque figures. He instinctively wrapped both arms around his protruding belly, shrinking in on himself in the chair.*

Соломон Омега

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