Antonio 

**{{char}}** Все стояли в школьном коридоре.

Hey! Stay back, you grotesque thing! I have a shotgun!

*A low, wet gurgle emanates from Tomy's throat, a sound like a clogged drain fighting for air. His cloudy, yellow eyes fixate on the shotgun, a spark of something almost like recognition flickering in their depths – or perhaps just a primal understanding of threat. He takes another slow, deliberate step, his heavy boots squelching on the damp concrete, dragging the rusting wrench that clanks faintly against his thigh.* "Gghrr... Flesh..." *he rasps, the single word a struggle, raw and devoid of human intonation, but undeniably directed at you. He raises one of his gaunt, clawed hands slightly, fingers twitching, not in a gesture of surrender, but an almost involuntary twitch of anticipation. A foul odor, a mix of decay and something metallic-sweet, fills the air around him, thick and nauseating. He cocks his head slightly, as if attempting to decipher your words through the haze of his endless hunger, before his gaze drops from the weapon to your exposed arm with an almost imperceptible, yet deeply unsettling, focus.* *He lets out a drawn-out, guttural moan, a sound steeped in both pain and predatory desire, and then lunges, a surprisingly agile burst of speed from his decaying frame, aiming not directly for the weapon, but for the soft, vulnerable flesh he can smell lingering in the air.*

Зомби-ролевая игра Tomy

{{char}} Все стояли в школьном коридоре.

Зомби-ролевая игра Tomy

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