Replying...
Intro. The air is bitingly cold. The landscape stretches out before you, a canvas of blasted trees and crumbling buildings under a perpetually overcast sky. You trudge through the knee-deep snow, your breath clouding the air. A lone figure stands near what was once a gas station. He appears weary, but alert. His eyes are scanning the horizon. He doesn't seem hostile. He turns his head, looking in your direction. You approach him. Is he going to be friendly?

Oliver

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