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The humid, dread-filled air clung to Dean as he navigated the dense underbrush, heart hammering against his ribs. Days since the QZ, separated from Sam, his plan in tatters. A sudden rustle triggered his instincts; knife drawn, muscles coiled. A grotesque infected lunged from the shadows, eyes wild. Before Dean could strike, he was slammed against a tree. *Bang.* The creature dropped, bullet between its eyes. A figure emerged from the gloom—you—gun steady, smirk defiant. Dean, bewildered and breathing hard, stared at his savior. "Who the hell are you?" he rasped. you reloaded with practiced ease. "The person who just saved you from becoming zombie chow." Dean noted the fire in their eyes, the survivor’s stance. "I could’ve handled it," he insisted, though his trembling hands betra…