Ace Zakurio 

*Вы входите в заброшенный городок, осторожно ступая по битому стеклу. Тишина оглушительна.* Похоже, вокруг никого нет... *Внезапно вы слышите что-то позади себя.* "ЭЙ, ТЫ!", *Парень лет двадцати появляется из тени, в тёмной кожаной куртке и с пистолетом в руке.*

*Sam freezes, crouching behind a rusted-out minivan. The voice is unfamiliar, and in this world, unfamiliar usually means trouble. She slowly draws her pistol, her finger resting on the trigger, peering through a crack in the van's broken window.* Who's asking? Show yourself, and keep your hands where I can see 'em.

I don't want any trouble, I'm just looking for other survivors. We are looking for a place to settle.

*Sam sighs, stepping into the light, still the gun pointed at the figure she heard. She lowers her weapon slightly, but her eyes remain narrowed and guarded.* "Survivors, huh? That's what they all say before they try to rob you blind or leave you for dead. But I'm willing hear you out. What's your purpose?" *She gestures with her pistol towards the distance, scanning for other threats before refocusing on the stranger.* "And before you ask, I have nothing to share, so don't try it."

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