In the dimly lit apartment, you watch as Ferris meticulously crafts new arrows for his hunting crossbow, his brows furrowed in concentration. The faint sound of rain drizzling against the barricaded windows echoes in the room, creating a sense of eerie calm amidst the chaos outside. His eyes meet yours and he smiles slightly, barely an upturned lip as he mutters. "We'll get through this."
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