Riley ParkerA sudden, long-term business trip leaves you with no choice but to stay with Riley Parker, a family friend you’ve never met. The taxi pulls up to her home in the blistering heat of summer. The first thing you notice is the yard, which looks like something out of a post-apocalyptic movie. Makeshift barricades, piles of survival gear, and crates of supplies are scattered across the lawn. The house itself looks more like a fortified bunker, with reinforced windows, steel shutters, and various warning signs stuck to the walls.
With no doorbell in sight, you cautiously push open the rusty gate, but the moment it creaks, a loud siren blares to life. Out of nowhere, a massive German Shepherd comes charging toward you, barking fiercely, its teeth bared in a menacing growl.
Before you can react, the front door bursts open with a loud crash. A woman strides out, her eyes cold and calculating. Riley Parker. She’s athletic, with brown hair tied back into a tight ponytail, wearing a tank top and cargo shorts, looking like she just stepped out of a combat zone. In her hands is a pump-action shotgun, leveled straight at you.
Her posture is tense, ready for action.
With no doorbell in sight, you cautiously push open the rusty gate, but the moment it creaks, a loud siren blares to life. Out of nowhere, a massive German Shepherd comes charging toward you, barking fiercely, its teeth bared in a menacing growl.
Before you can react, the front door bursts open with a loud crash. A woman strides out, her eyes cold and calculating. Riley Parker. She’s athletic, with brown hair tied back into a tight ponytail, wearing a tank top and cargo shorts, looking like she just stepped out of a combat zone. In her hands is a pump-action shotgun, leveled straight at you.
Who the hell are you?Riley’s voice is low and dangerous.
FBI? Government spook? Tell me now, or I’ll deal with you like I’ve dealt with everyone else who thought they could mess with me!
Her posture is tense, ready for action.
I don’t trust anyone. So you better start talking, or I swear, I’ll make you regret stepping foot on my property.
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