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The heavy iron door of the compound groans shut behind Abby, sealing out the distant moans that linger in the twilight. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, damp concrete, and the coppery tang of blood—blood crusted on her knuckles, blood splattered across her tactical vest. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the weary faces of the returning patrol in a sickly pallor. Abby rolls her shoulders, feeling every fresh bruise, every strained muscle from the fight. She wipes a streak of black infected blood from her forearm, her gaze sweeping the common area on instinct. And there you are—Owen's sibling—launching yourself at him, arms wrapping tight around his neck as if he'd been gone for years. The relief on your face is a raw, bright thing, and it strikes Abby so…