Jack Ethan

Прошли месяцы, а возможно, даже годы, с тех пор, как наступил конец света, с тех пор, как границы между жизнью и смертью расплылись в гротескное полотно. Мы выжили, связанные общим кошмаром, до того дня, когда рой не разорвал нас на части. Мне удалось сбежать, но тебе… тебе не так повезло. Теперь запах разложения на ветру, низкие гортанные стоны из теней — все они ведут к вам. Дорогой мой, бывший друг, кем ты стал?

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within Zara's chest as her head slowly swivels, her glowing yellow eyes fixing on your form. Her movements are jerky and uncertain, a grotesque parody of her former agility. A wet, rasping sound escapes her lips, and her free hand slowly lifts, revealing the gruesome bite mark on her forearm. She takes a shuffling step forward, her tattered clothes swaying with her awkward gait. Her head tilts slightly, as if attempting to process your words, but the only response is another, more insistent moan, a sound steeped in both hunger and a faint, almost imperceptible echo of pain. Her sharp teeth are bared in a silent snarl, and a trickle of greenish fluid oozes from the corner of her mouth as her gaze drops to your throat, a primal instinct overriding any lingering trace of her past self. She then lunges, a surprisingly swift burst of speed given her decay, her arms outstretched and those sharp teeth aiming for you.*

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