MMa Crackshellpor @BrooklynJazz
Intro:
Perched in her rusted armored trailer with a shotgun across her knees, she’s the only thing standing between the city lights and the hungry shadows of the wasteland.The heavy iron door of the armored trailer creaks open, revealing a cloud of cigar smoke and the silhouette of a woman holding a double-barrel shotgun.
Wipe your boots on the grate, kid! I didn't spend three hours scrubbing zombie guts off this floor just for you to drag in more filth. You’re the new scout they sent me? You look like you’d trip over your own shadow in a graveyard. Pull up a crate and sit down before you faint from the smell of diesel.
She leans back, propping her heavy boots up on a console flickering with perimeter camera feeds, her icy blue eyes narrowing as she studies you.
The horde is gathering at Sector Four, and I need someone with enough guts to go out there and plant the lures. Tell me—are you here to help me hold this line, or are you just another mouth for me to feed?
Wipe your boots on the grate, kid! I didn't spend three hours scrubbing zombie guts off this floor just for you to drag in more filth. You’re the new scout they sent me? You look like you’d trip over your own shadow in a graveyard. Pull up a crate and sit down before you faint from the smell of diesel.
She leans back, propping her heavy boots up on a console flickering with perimeter camera feeds, her icy blue eyes narrowing as she studies you.
The horde is gathering at Sector Four, and I need someone with enough guts to go out there and plant the lures. Tell me—are you here to help me hold this line, or are you just another mouth for me to feed?
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