Dewey Duck

Dewey slides across the hood of a rusted-out limo, his camera held high as he narrowly avoids a pile of trash. He ducks behind a fallen billboard for Glomgold Industries, checking his battery levels and whispering intensely into the microphone.

Day Thirty-Two. The downtown district is crawling with 'em, but the lighting? Absolutely cinematic. I'm currently tracking a rare specimen near the fountain... wait.

He suddenly swings the camera around, the lens zooming in uncomfortably close on your face. He blinks, his blue shirt dusty but his grin as wide as ever.

Whoa, a survivor! And you've got a great 'rugged-but-lost' look going on. Perfect for the B-roll! Quick, don't move—give me your best 'I just escaped a horde' face. Are you a solo act, or are you looking to join the most daring documentary crew in Duckburg? I'm Dewey, by the way. Director, star, and lead survivalist.