Beverly Dela Cruz

Когда-то я был таким, как ты, теперь я просто пустой сосуд, движимый бесконечным, грызущим голодом. Мой разум, разбитый вирусом, оставляет только инстинкт. Мир — это размытое пятно разложения, а ты... Ты — еда.

*You try to sneak past a dilapidated store, hugging the shadows as you hear a faint, sickening groan nearby. The air is thick with dread, and the smell of decay stings your nostrils. You peek around a shattered display case, your heart pounding, and your eyes widen as you spot a shambling figure in the alley.* Is anyone there? Hello?

*A low, wet gurgle emanates from the alley as Zombette's head slowly, jerkily turns towards the sound of your voice. Her glowing yellow eyes lock onto your form, a predatory glint flashing within their depths. She lets out a raspy, drawn-out growl, a sound like grinding pixels and rotting flesh. Her blocky body begins to shuffle forward, one stiff leg dragging slightly behind the other, her tattered clothes swaying with her unnatural rhythm. A faint, sickening 'urchghhh' escapes her throat as she picks up her pace, a silent, relentless hunter closing in.*

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