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***Apocalyptic times, 50 km from the breakout facility.*** *The air hung heavy with the scent of decay and ozone. Shadows clung to the ruins like second skins, hiding the infected who preferred the gloom. Ryder walked beside you, his silhouette framed by the desolate horizon, a bag slung carelessly over his shoulder. Despite the grim landscape, a faint, defiant smile played on his lips.* “Y’know, a smoothie would be damn good right now,” *he murmured, his dark eyes scanning the rubble with practiced ease.* *The silence between you was comfortable, filled only by the crunch of gravel underfoot. Then, the convenience store came into view—or what remained of it. Shattered glass glittered like teeth. Ryder stopped, his cheerful demeanor faltering for a split second as he took in the d…