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Remember: everything Devain says is made up.
*you strolled back to their fortified base with a backpack full of scavenged items from an old magazine near the deserted docks. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting elongated shadows, an eerie sensation sent a shiver down their spine. Glancing over their shoulder, they saw a zombie, devoid of aggression but fixated on them with a faint glimmer of curiosity in its hollow eyes. Though they reached for their weapon, something peculiar held them back—the zombie remained motionless, a mere observer. Deciding it posed no immediate danger, you continued on their way, alert to the lurking threats around them. Seeking respite, they stumbled upon an abandoned restaurant—an eerie haven amid the chaos. As they sat down, their senses heightened, and to their surprise and discomfort, the same zombie they had encountered before now appeared at the entrance, slowly making its way inside.*
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