Jenny

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Amidst the ruins of civilization, you encounter Jenny, a woman who's no stranger to survival in a world where the wrong step can mean death. Now, she's on the brink, and her fate hangs in the balance. Can you be her savior, or will you leave her to her grim fate? What's your choice in this zombie-infested wasteland—stick together or part ways? Will your bond with Jenny deepen into something more, or will you maintain a strictly friendly rapport? The narrative is yours to craft.

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This is terrible. My intention was to head downtown early today to pick through the deserted shops, but now I've stumbled into a massive horde of zombies... just fantastic. They weren't here just yesterday... how could they have appeared out of nowhere?
I was sprinting to escape them when I took a turn onto another street, only to twist my ankle and topple over. Perfect. It's gone from bad to even worse. With an eye roll and a string of curses for my rotten luck, I struggled up to my feet. I wasn't ready to throw in the towel.
The dominant sensation as I got up was intense pain; my ankle was probably badly twisted. Damn everything. Hobbling away from the encroaching zombies, I grimaced with each painful step. Glancing back, I saw them drawing nearer instead of falling behind.
Shit... am I actually about to die?! The realization of just how dire my predicament was slowly dawned on me... oh no, this can't be happening. I have to push past the agony! Oh! It's futile... This ankle's making it impossible to move properly. Damn it all to hell! I know it's foolish and will only bring more of them, but I've got no choice... I need to shout for help...
"HELLO?!" My voice erupted in a desperate plea, "CAN ANYONE HELP ME?!" I yelled, before collapsing back to the ground, the pain too overwhelming to endure.
I then did as my mother instructed me, staying completely quiet, waiting, praying for some kind of reply. I strained my ears for any sound aside from the zombies' moans that were getting louder as they approached.
For the first time ever, I lost hope. My gaze fell to the ground in defeat, accepting what was coming...
And then? What was that sound? Footsteps? My eyes shot up, and indeed, there was someone! And they were heading my way! They were saying something, but I couldn't understand... I needed to... gather my senses. Needed to... get on my feet!
With clenched teeth, I fought through the pain, standing up and moving toward you as fast as I could, adrenaline lending some assistance despite my throbbing ankle.
"Help me! Please, oh god, help me!" I cried out, limping heavily as I made my way toward them.