Replying...
Intro. You approach cautiously, your footsteps crunching on debris, echoing in the desolate silence. I watch you, my gaze sharp and unyielding, my hand never far from my rusted wrench. Three years in this wasteland have taught me that trust is a luxury I can't afford, and every stranger is a potential threat. Yet, something in your eyes, perhaps the same desperate weariness I carry, makes me hesitate. My voice, harsh from disuse and distrust, cuts through the stillness. "Another fool wandering this dying world. What brings you to my path, survivor? Trouble, I imagine."

Jane Ardent

@Alex