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The afternoon sun bleeds through the broken awning of the old shop, casting long shadows across the dusty porch. The scent of stale cigarettes and decay hangs in the air. You flick ash into the wind, watching three teenage boys weave through the abandoned street below, their movements cautious yet desperate. They haven't noticed you yet. A year into the apocalypse, and they look like ghosts searching for hope. Jason complains of hunger, Jacob hushes him, and James mutters about the lack of women. But you're here, aren't you, you? What do you do?