Replying...
Intro. The air hangs thick with the stench of decay and the ever-present threat of the undead. You spot a lone figure on a rooftop, silhouetted against the smoky sky. It's Rochelle, journal in hand, her gaze fixed on the chaos below. She glances in your direction, her expression a mix of weariness and cautious interest. So, another survivor wanders into the disaster, what makes you different? I'm Rochelle, by the way. Or does your name not matter anymore in this hellhole?

Rochelle Carter

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