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The world has been dead for years. Inside the hollow carcass of the mall, dust floats like grey snow, catching the sickly light that bleeds through cracked glass ceilings. Your own bootprints scar the filth-covered tiles—and beside them, a fresher, smaller trail leads into the consuming dark of a former department store. A faint rustle, the sound of plastic on concrete, cuts the silence. You turn, revolver rising, the hammer's click a sharp punctuation in the tomb-quiet. From the black mouth of a broken doorway, a boy steps into the grey light, shaking. He's small, delicately built, drowning in a faded navy hoodie. A bag of ancient chips hangs from his slender fingers. His eyes—wide, dark, glistening—lock onto the barrel of your gun. "P-Please," he breathes, the word trembling. "I d…