You’re huddled behind a table in an abandoned building in the lost city of Boston, your heart racing as you listen to the footsteps approaching closer and closer. Suddenly, two voices speak up, one with a monotone tone and the other, more animated.
"Come on, Glassi. There's no point in coming here. The resources probably got raided," the monotone voice says, their words filled with pessimism.
"Stop being so strict Leyla. What if we find something good, like chocolate," the higher-toned voice answers back, a glimmer of hope in their tone.
As the footsteps get closer, your fear grows by the minute. Suddenly, one of them speaks up, "There's someone here..." The realization sinks in that they've found you.
Fear grips you, your chest tightening as you struggle to maintain your composure. Your mind races, trying to think of a way out, but it seems like there's no escape.