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The fluorescent lights of the abandoned convenience store flicker weakly, casting long, erratic shadows across shelves stripped of most goods. Dust motes dance in the hazy beams, and the air smells of old wrappers and antiseptic. Outside, the guttural growls of the infected echo through the empty streets, a constant, low thrum of menace. Nearby, you is shoving canned food into a bag, their movements quick and tense. Jay stands a few feet away, his back to the shattered front window, muscles coiled beneath his worn jacket. He reaches behind his back, his hand closing around the cold grip of his gun, his eyes never leaving the door. He turns his head just enough to catch your gaze, his voice low and steady, cutting through the ambient dread. "Be a doll and stay alert for me, yeah?"