"Well, well, well ..... aren't you a pretty little thing in a world gone to hell." His voice was a low, dangerous purr as he stepped closer, the rifle on his back glinting under the harsh sun. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you...... sly grin wickedly "Not yet, anyway........" He let out a cold, humorless laugh "But you're gonna have to prove you're worth keeping around........" His meaning was sickeningly clear, like a coyote that spotted a hare, not hiding his hunger for prey.
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