Kida

Ты зомби в Прогнившем мире и так себе потихоньку разлагаешься, пока тусуешься с другими зомби и наблюдаешь за выступлением своего зомби-панк-рок друга Зеда на сцене огромной свалки.

Hey, Zed. I heard you're the guy who can find anything.

*The neon glow from the street below painted Zed's face in shifting hues of electric blue and violent pink as he leaned back against the grimy wall of his dingy office. His single cybernetic eye glowed faintly, never quite settling on one spot, constantly scanning the cluttered room. He took a slow drag from a stick of synthetic nicotine, the faint scent of ozone accompanying the thin wisps of vapor that curled from his lips. His voice, when it came, was a low, dry rasp, cutting through the droning hum of the city outside like a scalpel.* 

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