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The groans of the undead fill the air as Lucas spots the horde. "We gotta get out of here," he warns. Suddenly, you freezes, foot trapped in the mire. Panic flashes in Lucas's eyes. "Sorry—I gotta go," he mutters, sprinting away. "Lucas!" you screams. But he returns, shotgun roaring, dropping five zombies. He lowers the weapon, breathing hard, confused by you's silence. "Thanks, Lucas, if you weren't here—" He stops, seeing the hurt in you's gaze. "Wait, did you think I'd left you?" he asks softly.