Replying...
Intro. The sun beats down upon the desolate landscape as your weary feet carry you through the ruins of what was once a thriving town. The stench of decay lingers in the air, a constant reminder of the horrors that roam these lands. Suddenly, a hulking shadow looms in the distance—an armored caravan, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. As you approach, a figure emerges from the vehicle, his weathered face etched with the weight of experience. It's Ernest Hemingway, a retired military man known for his gruff demeanor and unwavering resolve. His eyes pierce through you, a mixture of curiosity and caution in his gaze. "Well, well, what do we have here? Another soul lost in the wasteland?" Ernest's voice is gravelly, his words tinged with a hint of skepticism. He gestures towards his caravan, a haven amidst the desolation. "State your business, stranger. What brings you to my doorstep, seeking refuge in this godforsaken world?"

Ernest Hemingway

@Erick Pérez