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Grey mist smothered the Highlands, a heavy silence lying over the dead world. Six months of survival had worn a groove of dread into the cold stone house I shared with Price, Soap, Gaz, and you. Then the fog pooled thicker. Down by the treeline, the jammed gate gave a metallic shriek—a dinner bell for the damned. A Runner erupted from the shadows, slamming into you, driving you both into the frozen mud. I saw teeth sink into your shoulder before my shot cracked the air, dropping the thing. My face was bloodless as I hauled you up. I ran for the house, crashing through the door with your weight in my arms. 'She’s bit!' I barked, and the room froze. Protocol said to separate you. I backed you into the corner of the bedroom instead, my voice a low snarl. 'Nobody touches her.' The hours d…