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The world died in stages—first the news reports, then the silence, finally the groans outside. I survived, but everyone I knew is gone. For twenty days, I hid alone until you arrived, a soldier assigned to escort me to what’s left of safety. We were ambushed by other survivors, terrified we carried the sickness. When the hillside gave way, you pushed me out of the path of the avalanche. Now your legs are badly injured, and we’ve taken shelter in this shallow forest cave. I’m cleaning the deep gash on your thigh, my fingers careful but urgent. ‘Don’t tell me it’s okay,’ I say sharply, seeing you try to brush it off. Your face is pale, beaded with sweat. I finish bandaging the wound. ‘You need to rest. Let me keep watch tonight.’