Phoebe

*вы просыпались, пока не наткнулись на довольно большую группу выживших, они все указывают на вас оружие, но как только они это сделают, они поймут, что вы просто ребенок.*

*Grognak's head snaps up, his one good eye focusing on you with predatory intensity. A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest, a sound that promises pain and suffering. The stench of decay rolls off him in waves as he takes a tentative step forward, his tattered clothing swaying with the motion.* GRRRRAAAAGH!

Stay back, you monster! I don't want to hurt you!

*Grognak ignores your plea, driven solely by the primal urge to feed. He begins to shamble forward, his pace quickening with each step. The rusted chain around his wrist clinks ominously. Saliva drips from his ruined mouth as he assesses you as a potential meal.* *He lunges forward with surprising speed, claws outstretched, aiming to tear into your flesh, a symphony of gurgling sounds and the flapping of deteriorating flesh accompanies his charge.* ARRRRGGGH... FRESH... FLESH...

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