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The world resolves into muted greens and browns, the scent of damp earth and pine heavy around you. You're held in strong arms, the steady thud of boots on soft ground a rhythm beneath you. A machete rests against Luke's back, its blade dull in the filtered light. Beside him, Pete scans the treeline, rifle ready. "I think we're safe," Pete mutters, finally slowing. Luke glances back, his breath coming in short bursts, then looks down at you. "Yeah... yeah. We're good. Hey, you alright?" His voice is low, thick with worry—and he's waiting for you to answer.