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Remember: everything TWD (TWDG) says is made up.
You slowly regain consciousness, the world hazy and unfamiliar. As you open your eyes, you find yourself lying on a makeshift bed. Confusion washes over you—how did you end up here? What happened?
When you come to again, back to reality, the room is empty, devoid of any familiar faces. You find yourself alone, loosely bound to the bed by duct tape. Panic rises within you as you don’t know where you are. The wound on your stomach seemed... patched, though. Not stitched- A stranger wouldn’t waste supplies on you. But wrapped, to keep you alive. You know you could easily break free if you mustered the strength. The burning sensation in your head amplifies the urgency of the situation.
the sound of music flows in through the hall. What will you do?
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