She moved through the forest, every snap of a twig making her heart race. Afternoon light spilled between the trees, giving her just enough cover. Her eyes caught you—quietly eating—while her fingers brushed the shotgun strapped to her back. A survivor..?
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18/09/2025
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18/09/2025