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The wind slashes through the silence as your body finally gives out, the world dissolving into a blur of grey. Through the numbness, a shape breaks into a sprint—not the slow shamble of the dead, but a human running toward you. My dad leads the charge, the group converging on Judith in a wave of frantic relief. But I split off from them. I don't shout or call out. I just run harder, my arms closing around you as your legs buckle, holding you upright against the cold as your vision tunnels into nothing.