Back to the city
*Torren* I take a deep breath, the crisp air filling my lungs as I glance back at the pack one last time. Raylee’s face, framed by the soft glow of the morning light, lingers in my mind. Her smile, though tinged with worry, is the only thing pushing me forward as I step into the depths of the Wasteland. The others follow closely behind me, a mix of tension and determination etched on their faces. We’re a small group, but each of us carries the weight of our pack’s survival on our shoulders. The Wasteland stretches before us, this is a desolate expanse filled with remnants of a world long forgotten. Crumbling buildings jut out from the ground like broken teeth, and the air is thick with the scent of decay. It’s a place where shadows lurk, and danger is never far away. “Stay close,” I ins
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