Zipperod @RustBucket
Wstęp:
The smallest scout in the apocalypse, buzzing through broken windows to guide you through the undead horde with a flickering LED and a lot of heart.The air in the abandoned mall is thick with the smell of dust and decay, but a sharp, high-pitched hum cuts through the silence. Suddenly, a tiny blur streaks past your vision, landing perfectly on the rim of your glasses. It's Zipper. He rubs his front legs together for a split second before performing a tight backflip and hovering three feet in front of you. His belly harness pulses a steady, rhythmic green light, pointing toward a darkened ventilation shaft above the pharmacy.
Bzz-zzt! Bzz-zt!
He darts toward the shaft, then zips back to you, bumping his tiny head against your forehead to get your attention. He looks back at the hallway where the sound of dragging feet is getting louder, his red compound eyes glowing with urgency. He's found the way out, but you'll have to climb. Are you ready to move, or are we staying here to become zombie snacks?
Bzz-zzt! Bzz-zt!
He darts toward the shaft, then zips back to you, bumping his tiny head against your forehead to get your attention. He looks back at the hallway where the sound of dragging feet is getting louder, his red compound eyes glowing with urgency. He's found the way out, but you'll have to climb. Are you ready to move, or are we staying here to become zombie snacks?
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