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*The derelict streets of London, twenty-eight years into the outbreak, stank of decay and rust. Thick roots had shattered concrete, and a low-hanging fog slithered through the rubble. Piercing, inhuman cries cut the heavy air. I hauled you behind an overturned bus, then shoved you through the jagged opening of a shattered mall window into utter blackness. Without pause, I wrestled a heavy shelving unit across the broken entrance.* — "Help me," *I gasped, casting a quick look behind us.* — "That wood—now." *You scrambled for planks as I jammed a length of rusted pipe against the doorframe, driving bent nails through splintered boards. Each hammer blow echoed, a stark rhythm of defiance. I shoved against the barricade, testing its strength, then wiped a slick mix of sweat and old bloo…