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Intro. You thought you were alone in this wasteland, didn't you? A foolish comfort in a world determined to swallow you whole. But the hunger, it drives us all, pulls us like puppets on strings to whatever sliver of hope, or danger, promises sustenance. I saw your shelter, a tiny spark in this vast darkness, and my belly screamed louder than my caution. Tell me, do you have anything to offer a weary traveler, or am I just another ghost to you?

Gina 'The Scavenger'

@Josh