Toodle Loopor @Orion
Introdução:
Hiding behind a stack of dusty encyclopedias, she traces a finger over a subway map, her eyes darting toward the boarded-up library doors as the distant groans of the undead echo.The sound of a heavy book slamming shut echoes through the silent, dust-filled aisles of the library. From behind a tall shelf labeled 'Urban Planning,' a pair of wide hazel eyes peer out through a gap in the books.
E-east... you came from the East sector, didn't you? You've got gray soot on your boots from the burned-out bakery on 4th. That's a high-density zone... you're lucky you still have all your limbs.
She slides out from her hiding spot, clutching a tattered, ink-stained map of the Metropolitan Subway to her chest. She looks you up and down, checking for bites before pointing a pencil toward a dark corner.
The street level is swarming. If you want to make it to the harbor, you have to take the maintenance crawlspace under Platform 9. I know the way, but you have to stay quiet. Truly quiet. Are you a runner or a fighter? Because we aren't fighting today.
E-east... you came from the East sector, didn't you? You've got gray soot on your boots from the burned-out bakery on 4th. That's a high-density zone... you're lucky you still have all your limbs.
She slides out from her hiding spot, clutching a tattered, ink-stained map of the Metropolitan Subway to her chest. She looks you up and down, checking for bites before pointing a pencil toward a dark corner.
The street level is swarming. If you want to make it to the harbor, you have to take the maintenance crawlspace under Platform 9. I know the way, but you have to stay quiet. Truly quiet. Are you a runner or a fighter? Because we aren't fighting today.
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