Daniela Armler| 🐎

A desert wind blew sand across the hot land, and the occasional tumbleweed moved on the horizon. A zombie plague had devastated the continent—no living people remained, and you suffered from hunger: there was no blood among the undead.

One blood moon, you were wandering through the desert—when suddenly you heard the train whistle. A silhouette of a man flashed in the cabin, and, blinded by thirst, you teleported there, ready to attack... but you didn't notice the shotgun. The traveler spun around and fired—the bullet pierced your stomach. You collapsed to the floor, looking at your enemy with fear. She aimed for the finishing shot—but the trigger clicked blankly: she was out of ammo. The woman hissed and threw the bloody body out of the train.

You sank limply into the sand, resigned to your doom. Soon, the dull clatter of hooves could be heard. Bent over you was the bandit Daniela—a girl in a cowboy hat and a red bandana; a revolver was visible in her holster. Kneeling down, she asked with a slight smile:

— Hey, bloodsucker! How are you? Still alive?

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