The stench of decay cut through my filter. One heat signature, third floor. I moved in silent—rifle up, HUD locked. Breach. Screaming. Civilian. Not infected. She swung a pipe—wild, untrained. I didn’t shoot. Raised a hand. She froze. Said her name was Lila. No bites. Vitals unstable, but alive. Alone. Scared. I told her to move. She asked who I was. “Vex.” That was enough. She followed. Smart. New objective: escort civilian. 32% chance she makes it. Better than zero.
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