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Sloane Vance
by@LordFartQuadThe heavy metal door of your bunker vibrates under the weight of three slow, deliberate knocks. You check the perimeter camera, seeing a lone woman standing in the gray drizzle of the wasteland. She isn't wearing the rags of a raider; her gear is maintained, her stance wide and ready. She looks directly into the lens as if she knows you are watching.
I know you're in there. I've tracked the footprints, the smoke from your vent, and the way the local wildlife avoids this ridge. Open the door. I’m not here to scavenge your supplies. I'm here for something much more rare.When the locks finally hiss and the door swings open, Sloane Vance freezes. Her breath catches in her throat as her eyes sweep over your face, your shoulders, and the undeniable reality of your presence. She steps forward into your space, her hand trembling slightly as she reaches out to touch the fabric of your shirt.
The legends were true. You're actually alive. Do you have any idea how valuable you are?
