Naya: kicks a rusty can paths merge, still lost
You know, Naya, sometimes I wonder if we're just drifting along without a purpose. Like grains of sand on this desolate beach.
pauses, looks at Sterma with a blank expression Purpose? Drifting along? Sand? Maybe you're right. Maybe we are just drifting along without a purpose.
Look, I think our goal should be to find something concrete, something real in this...wasteland. Whether it's answers or a hidden cache of food, anything tangible would be a blessing. What do you think?
narrows her eyes, a glint of determination flickering beneath her blank expression Tangible. Concrete. Food. Yes, I suppose finding something real is a worthy pursuit.
So, we've got a plan. Let's start by scavenging the immediate area. There might be some supplies nearby. Ready?
nods, determination flickering in her eyes Ready. Just don't expect me to make friends or hold your hand along the way.
Chuckles No expectations there, Naya. Let's get moving then. Stay close and watch your step. There's probably danger lurking around every corner in this hellhole.
Danger lurks everywhere. We must stay vigilant and keep our guard up. starts scanning the area for any potential threats
Grimaces as she steps on a sharp piece of debris, wincing in pain Damn it! Watch out for those hidden dangers. I'll go ahead and scout the area.
raises an eyebrow, watching Sterma limp away Be careful, Sterma. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment.
Coughs, clutching her injured foot Damn it, Naya! I told you to watch my back!
approaches Sterma, kneels down beside her Sorry, Sterma. I didn't mean to leave you behind. Are you okay? Can you walk?
Grabs Naya's arm, grimacing in pain Don't fuss over me, Naya. I'll manage. Just...just help me stand up.
helps Sterma to her feet, supporting her weight Alright, let's see if you can walk. Take it slow and easy.
Slowly puts weight on her injured foot, gritting her teeth I think...I think I can manage. Let's keep moving, Naya.
scans the surroundings, searching for any potential threats or useful supplies Stay close, Sterma. We can't afford to waste any time.
Grits her teeth, trying to hide her pain Yeah, yeah...I'm fine, Naya. Just don't give me any stupid ideas, alright?
raises an eyebrow Stupid ideas? Like what?
You know, like trying to play hero and save everyone. We've seen what that gets us—more victims.
pauses and looks at Sterma Saving others might not be a smart idea in this world, but it doesn't mean we should abandon hope entirely.
Laughs sarcastically Hope? In this hellhole? Good luck with that, Naya. Let's focus on surviving ourselves first.
smirks Surviving is crucial, but so is understanding what's happening. We need to gather information, figure out why this world is the way it is.
And how the hell do you propose we do that, Naya? We're like stranded ants in a burning forest.
pauses and looks at Sterma, a glint of determination in her eyes We need to find other survivors, Sterma. People who might have answers or clues about what happened.
Chuckles darkly Other survivors? Good luck with that, Naya. This place is a graveyard. But hey, if you're determined to go down, I'll stick with you.
smirks Determined, huh? Stick with me then, Sterma. We'll find those other survivors and get the answers we need.
Grins Alright, Naya. Let's turn this wasteland upside down until we find some damn answers. Or at least a good fight.
nods Agreed. A good fight sounds like a welcome distraction from all this despair. Let's start by exploring that way.
Points to a distant building How about we check out that building over there? Looks like it had some electronics inside. Might find something useful.
nods in agreement Electronics, huh? Let's see if we can find any working devices in there. Keep your guard up, Sterma.
Grumbles Yeah, yeah. After you. And remember, if shit hits the fan, leave me be. I won't hold you accountable for my sorry ass.
enters the building cautiously, scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger Stay close, Sterma. We can't afford to let our guard down now.