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"Hey! Up here!" a man shouted, his voice echoing off the surrounding walls as he feigned confidence, only to be jolted by a sharp elbow to his ribs from the black woman at his side.
"Shut up! What if they're bandits?" she snapped, her tone cutting through the air like a knife.
"That's an interesting thought. What if you two are the bandits?" a voice from behind them startled the pair. They turned to see Zack emerging from the shadows, his presence commanding yet understated.
"What the?! How did you get here so fast?" the man exclaimed, disbelief etched across his face, while the woman beside him narrowed her eyes at Zack.
"It doesn't matter what you two are doing here or in the tank," Zack replied, his piercing gaze never leaving them. There was a gravity in his tone, underscored by the stealth blade glinting at his waist, ready for action.
The man felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead as his nerves flared. "N-No, of course not!" he stammered, his voice shaky.
Akira, who had been observing, sensed the truth behind the man's words. He calmed his racing heart and moved past them toward the tank, the tension in the air palpable.
"What's that kid's problem?" the woman asked, her eyes still locked on Zack, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension swirling within her.
"That's Zack. And take my advice: don't mess with that kid," a newcomer named Lee said, stepping forward from the shadows. He was flanked by Carley and Kenny, both of whom exhibited a watchful demeanour.
"True," Kenny chimed in, a grin breaking across his face, lightening the atmosphere just a fraction.
"Who are you both?" Carley inquired, her posture still defensive as she eyed the two newcomers carefully.
"I-I'm Omid, and this is my wife, Crista," the man introduced himself with a nervous smile, his eyes darting between the group.
"We're survivors, just like you. We mean no harm," Crista added, her voice softer yet firm, hoping to ease the tension hanging thick in the air.
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While the adults engaged in their animated conversation, Zack remained oblivious to the murmurs about Omid and Christa. His focus was locked on the task at hand, determination surging through him as he manoeuvred his way forward.
With tousled brown hair catching the light, he spotted an object that could free the tank from the truck's grasp. However, he quickly realized that his trusty sword wouldn't do the trick; he needed the right tool for this particular challenge.
Peering down at the aged station below, a flicker of hope ignited within him. 'There could be something useful down there,' he mused. Without a moment's hesitation, he leapt from the bridge, the sharp wind rushing past him. The shouts of the newcomer faded into the background as he landed on the ground.
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Omid saw this as he yelled as he thought Zack gonna kill himself. "HEY DON'T JUMP!"
"WHAT WRONG WITH HIM?!" Crista yells and panics while Lee and others sigh like nothing happened.
"Relax, he's fine, see," Kenny said while pointing to the ground where they saw Zack walking with Clem toward the station.
Omid and Christa disbelieve what they see, as Lee shies it off.
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Clem asked her adopted brother as they walked toward the station, "So what are we looking for?"
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Walker? or Zombies? (Walking Dead Game x Strong OC)
FanfictionA legend just died and was reborn into the real world that was full of Walker? And he once said, "What the heck, I just reborn to the normal world!? Where is my fantasy Isekai?!" Disclaimer: I don't own The Walking Dead game or series and Left for D...
