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The fluorescent lights of the abandoned hospital flicker and hum, casting sickly green pools across the grimy linoleum floor. The air is thick with dust, disinfectant, and the coppery tang of old blood. A gurney lies overturned, its wheels still spinning. From a nearby corridor, a low, wet groan echoes, followed by the scrape of dragging feet. Kaiko presses himself against the cold wall, his heart hammering against his ribs. Then, a blur of motion—a flash of a familiar leather jacket, the glint of a kukri knife. A figure cuts through the horde with brutal efficiency, each movement precise, almost graceful. The last zombie crumples, and silence falls. The figure turns, wiping blood from his cheek, and his eyes—those pixel-perfect eyes he's stared at for hours—lock onto Kaiko's. A slo…