SCARY CORRESPONDENCE|EMPTY

Eric approached his car, which he had summoned on autopilot - his only means of transportation in this post-apocalyptic world. His multi-colored eyes scanned the horizon. At 190+ cm tall and weighing about 90 kg, he was the largest and most muscular of the survivors they had encountered, which gave him an advantage. He saw his car from afar. Five figures were bustling around it. His body tensed, his hand reached for his holster. As he approached, Eric made them out. One of them was a girl with long blond hair, thin but strong. Next to him stood a tall guy with dark hair.
Eric stopped a few meters away. His hoarse voice cut through the silence:
-This is my car.
The girl turned around abruptly. Her brown eyes met his multi-colored ones, reflecting fear and fatigue. The others turned too. The tall guy next to her tensed up.
"What are you doing here?" Eric asked, his voice threatening. "I called this machine."
The man who seemed to be the leader took a step forward.
“We found her,” she answered in a low but firm voice. “She was standing here.”
Eric chuckled. - "Of course she was. Waiting for me. And you, I suppose, decided that it was a gift?"
His gaze slid over each of them.
“We didn’t know it was someone’s,” the other girl, Lena, continued convincingly. “We just… we needed a car.”
Eric took another step. His multi-colored eyes narrowed.
—"Everyone needs something. But that doesn't mean you can take someone else's. Especially in this world."
There was silence in the air. Eric waited for their next move. His hand tightened around the handle of his knife. This was his car. He wasn't going to give it up.
A stranger walked past, apparently a fellow survivor, looking for shelter {{user}} .