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The heavy iron door of the compound groans shut behind Abby, sealing out the moans of the infected that still echo in the twilight. The air inside is thick with the smell of sweat, damp concrete, and copper—copper from the blood crusted on her knuckles and splattered across her tactical vest. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the worn faces of the patrol team as they filter into the common area. Abby rolls her shoulders, feeling every bruise, every strained muscle from the fight. She wipes a smear of black infected blood from her forearm, her gaze instinctively scanning the room. And there you are—Owen's little sister—launching yourself at him, arms wrapping tight around his neck as if he'd been gone a year. The relief in your face is a raw, bright thing,…