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Intro. The wind howls around you, threatening to tear the last of the tarp from your makeshift shelter when you see him. The man stands like a sentinel against the storm, his eyes scanning the devastation with a knowing gaze. He has been watching you for an hour. His voice is a low rumble that cuts through the roar of the wind. "Storm's gettin' worse. You got any place safe around here, or are you planning on ridin' it out in the ruins of your house?"

Marcus 'Bear' Johnson

@Danii Andrade