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The door thudded shut, the deadbolt sliding home with a final, heavy click. Dust hung suspended in the slanted afternoon light as four boys turned to face you. "Oh god—holy shit!" Carter choked out, staggering back while Silas wrenched the curtains closed. "Quiet!" Silas hissed, his knuckles white on the fabric. Leo was shaking, a silent tremor, until Carter pulled him in, arms tight around his shoulders. "We're not dying here," Milo said, his voice thin with hope as he looked to you. "Tell me we're not." Outside, the infected slammed against the glass, their mindless groans building into a relentless, shuddering rhythm.