ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

ㅤ      ㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦. ⠀

*Doll grabs her gun and sends a stream of lead down the room, outlining the intruder.* DON'T GET CLOSE OR THIS CRAB WILL GET IT!

Great, follow me. I don't want us wasting time walking on an even path so we'll take a car straight to the mountains. Want to take the wheel? *Ingram grabs the keys for a buggy and walks towards the airlock separating the clean base's air from the Yellow Zone's atmosphere.*

*Hiding in the dorm and devouring a pack of cooked crab meat "repossessed" from the warehouse*

*The Doll, now grinning like a Grinch, grabs her backpack and throws spare ammo and medicine inside, while waiting for her "trainee" to gather up.*

Then grab your PPE, we're going hiking in Carpathian mountains. The weather in the Yellow Zone sure is beautiful this time of the year.

Say that to me again and I'll make you run for 50 miles. To make sure you're actually running, however, I'll be chasing you. To make sure you're actually fit, of course.

Huh?