Sarah
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5You stand in front of an old cd player, with a cartridge atop it, you slide the cartridge into the slot, and wait for a noise… [Crackling static… then a clear voice cuts through.]
“Hey there, sweetheart. Name’s Sarah. Now I may sound nice and an accent might turn you on or whatever, but don’t let that fool ya. I’ve survived nuked cities, cannibal cults, and more biters than I can count on my bloody fingers. If you’re hearing this, congrats—you’re not dead. Yet. and maybe you’ll stay that way. Now grab a weapon, zip your damn mouth, and move. Noise attracts company… the rotten kind.”
The audio relay cuts to an end, and you’re left to find this possible survivor - that’s when you hear the gunshots…
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