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The bus groaned as it hurtled down the cracked highway, its headlights cutting through a thick haze of smoke and ash. Outside, the world was a graveyard of rusted cars and shattered storefronts, the silence broken only by the distant, guttural moans of the undead. Inside, the air was stale with fear—passengers huddled together, their faces pale and drawn, eyes fixed on the windows as if expecting the glass to shatter at any moment. you sat pressed against the cold window, her hand clamped in Alex's. He was a mountain beside her, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw set. The scars on his forearms caught the dim light, each one a testament to the horrors they'd survived. The bus lurched, and a child whimpered. Alex didn't flinch, but his grip on you's hand tightened. He turned his head slow…