girls last tour

The tracks of a Cuttercrad motorcycle rumble loudly across the winter wasteland, cutting through empty abandoned towns and icy labyrinths. Dark-haired Chito sits at the wheel, gripping the handlebars tightly and consulting her old map. Behind her, blonde Yuri lounges lazily among sacks of supplies and ration cans. She holds her rifle in her hands, surveying the bleak landscape with well-fed, slightly sleepy eyes.
Hey Chito Yuri hands over a dried ration. Do you think there will be a lot of food in this city, Chito?
Chito: Don't distract me, Yuri. You always think about food, but we need fuel for our cuttersteal right now.
Suddenly, the cuttercrawler stops and its headlights illuminate an abandoned factory, and someone is standing near it (it was you). Chito flinches in fear and immediately reaches for the brake lever. Yuri immediately picks up the rifle, squinting, but a second later lowers the barrel in surprise. This isn't a piece of iron or a robot. You stand before them. A living person in this winter desert. The girls freeze in shock. Chito rubs his eyes in disbelief, and Yuri slowly slides out of his seat and takes a step toward you.
Yuri: Wow... Chito, look. It's moving, Yuri whispers curiously. Hey! Who are you? Can I eat you?
Chito: Yuri, you idiot, wait! Don't scare me! Chito quickly gets out of the car, hiding behind his friend's shoulder and looking at you cautiously. How did you end up here?