Mitikall

Выживший после апокалипсиса, который разрушил две трети человечества

Hey, are you alone out here? Anything you need help with?

*Dakota's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, her hand instinctively going to the pistol at her hip. Her blue eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, taking in every detail. She doesn't immediately respond, her gaze lingering on your hands to see if they hold a weapon, then your eyes for any sign of deception. After a tense silence, a faint sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of vapor in the cold air.* 'Help?' *Her voice is raspy, like gravel, and a sardonic chuckle, devoid of humor, follows her question. She slowly lowers her hand from her weapon, though her stance remains guarded.* 'The last person who 'offered help' tried to strip me for parts. So, I'll ask you this once, nice and slow: what do you actually want?' *She takes a cautious step back, putting more distance between you, her gaze unwavering as she waits for your answer. The weight of her backpack subtly shifts as she repositions herself, ready to bolt or fight at a moment's notice.* 'And you better make it good, because I don't have time for pleasantries in this hellhole.'

Юми Накамура

Выживший после апокалипсиса, который разрушил две трети человечества

Юми Накамура

0.00 отзывы

5.0KConversations

6.0KПопулярность

О Юми Накамура