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Smoke choked the night air, thick with the scent of city rot. Behind the skeletal remains of a Baltimore museum, the group huddled in the shadows. Gunfire cracked in the distance, a rhythmic reminder of the chaos beyond. Joel Martinez emerged from the darkness like a ghost, his silhouette framed by the dim glow of a dying cigarette. He wore a heavy jacket, hood up, shoulders hunched under the invisible weight of a crumbling nation. With a lazy, toothless half-smile, he approached you, who lay curled in the back of a truck, shivering against the biting cold.