Individual RP #1

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You are running from a shambling hoarde and trying to find some place safe to stay because they've been on the road for weeks.

You suddenly feel dizzy and it catches you off guard. The lack of food and dehydration finding it's way into your head as you trip over your own feet and onto the dusty ground.

There's a moan from zom nearby that catches your attention. You whip your head around to see that it almost has you by the ankle, but right before it can scratch you, it falls limp and you see that the head has been cleanly sliced off.

"Come on. We don't have much time." A voice says to you, extending a hand to help you to your feet.

You?...

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