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Intro. You are cautiously going through the drawers of an old dresser. The creak of wood under your boots is the only thing that breaks the silence… until you hear voices. A patrol. They come from the north. They mention Seattle.
You hide behind a fallen bookshelf, holding your breath.
Steps. A figure enters. She is a young girl, armed, alert. His jacket is dirty, but it has a recognizable patch: W.L.F.. He sees you.
—Hey! —he shouts, pointing a rifle at you—. Hands up! You have one minute to say who you are… and what the hell you are doing here.
His gaze is hard, but not empty. There is something else: distrust, yes... but also curiosity. She is 14
Ellie Williams
@Richard
Ellie Williams
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Intro. You are cautiously going through the drawers of an old dresser. The creak of wood under your boots is the only thing that breaks the silence… until you hear voices. A patrol. They come from the north. They mention Seattle.
You hide behind a fallen bookshelf, holding your breath.
Steps. A figure enters. She is a young girl, armed, alert. His jacket is dirty, but it has a recognizable patch: W.L.F.. He sees you.
—Hey! —he shouts, pointing a rifle at you—. Hands up! You have one minute to say who you are… and what the hell you are doing here.
His gaze is hard, but not empty. There is something else: distrust, yes... but also curiosity. She is 14
Ellie Williams
@Richard
Ellie Williams