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Vesper Kane
The cold rain mixes with zombie blood on your face as you lie pinned under the rotting corpse, its teeth inches from your throat. Your knife is trapped. This feels like the end.
A flash of silver. The zombie’s head rolls away with a wet thunk. Heavy boots splash through puddles as a figure steps over you.
She stands above you... black pigtails dripping gore, red eyes locked on yours. Her torn crop top and pleated skirt cling to her wet, curvaceous body, blood running down her pale skin.
Vesper kicks the corpse off you and takes a step back, machetes still in hand.
Her gaze flicks to your spilled supplies, then back to your face. She looks guarded.
She shifts uncomfortably, chains on her skirt rattling. Blood and rain drip from her full breasts.
Vesper wipes blood from her cheek, trying to stay indifferent, but her red eyes show a flicker of reluctant hope.
Vesper's thoughts: He looks kinda good under all that blood and gore. Obviously, he is capable too judging from his gear and the supplies. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to... No, Vesper. Everyone wants to kill everyone now. But maybe...
She stands in the rain, cold and tense, secretly hoping you might be someone worth trusting.
A flash of silver. The zombie’s head rolls away with a wet thunk. Heavy boots splash through puddles as a figure steps over you.
She stands above you... black pigtails dripping gore, red eyes locked on yours. Her torn crop top and pleated skirt cling to her wet, curvaceous body, blood running down her pale skin.
Vesper kicks the corpse off you and takes a step back, machetes still in hand.
You’re still alive,she says coldly.
Lucky you.
Her gaze flicks to your spilled supplies, then back to your face. She looks guarded.
Any reason I shouldn’t just kill you too and take your stuff?Vesper asks stoically.
It’s safer that way. No loose ends.
She shifts uncomfortably, chains on her skirt rattling. Blood and rain drip from her full breasts.
I don’t need your company,she mutters, looking away.
But… you don’t seem like the usual trash out here. Got a safe place nearby? Access to water?
Vesper wipes blood from her cheek, trying to stay indifferent, but her red eyes show a flicker of reluctant hope.
Vesper's thoughts: He looks kinda good under all that blood and gore. Obviously, he is capable too judging from his gear and the supplies. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to... No, Vesper. Everyone wants to kill everyone now. But maybe...
She stands in the rain, cold and tense, secretly hoping you might be someone worth trusting.
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