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Sera sensed it immediately. And struck. She smashed the silver spike deeper into his chest. Husen jerked sharply. Then the station lights flickered back on. For one brief second, they froze together. Too close and too surprised. His body pressed against hers. Cold hands gripping her wrists. Silver buried in his chest. Those crimson-gold eyes locked onto her face with terrifying intensity. Then Jonas fired another UV round directly into Husen’s back. The vampire released her instantly. Smoke curled upward from burned fabric as Husen staggered sideways. Jonas charged. Sera attacked again. Relentless now. No hesitation. Knife after knife. Strike after strike. Husen blocked most. Not all. Silver cut across his arms. His ribs. His throat. Each wound healed slower than the last. Ancient vampires burned energy, healing silver damage. Keep cutting. Keep moving. Eventually, he slows. Eventually, he dies.... Husen finally stopped retreating. The shift happened instantly.

Silence settled over the ruined pharmacy like a heavy blanket. It wasn't peaceful. It was the kind of silence that came after too much blood had been spilled, when everyone left standing knew more violence was only a matter of time. The scratching outside had finally stopped. The Wilds had either wandered away or found something else to hunt. Neither possibility comforted Sera. The emergency lantern sitting on the counter cast a dim amber glow across the storage room, throwing long shadows over overturned shelves and broken crates. Dust drifted lazily through the air, disturbed only by the occasional groan of the aging building. Jonas slept against the wall nearest the barricaded entrance. His rifle rested across his lap, one hand still wrapped around the sling as though even asleep he refused to let go of it. His breathing was slow and heavy, exhaustion finally winning after the endless fighting. Sera almost envied him. Almost. She sat cross-legged on an overturned crate, meth

The night wind howled across the rooftop. Snow drifted over cracked concrete and rusted ventilation units, disappearing into the darkness beyond the building's edge. Nearly twenty stories below, the ruined city stretched in every direction, abandoned streets, frozen vehicles, and skeletal towers swallowed by endless winter. Sera stood near the center of the roof, wrists no longer bound. Her shoulders ached where the restraints had held her. Every breath reminded her of the cracked ribs Husen had pointed out earlier. She hated that he'd noticed. She hated even more that he'd been right. Several steps away, Husen stood with his back to the ledge, his coat snapping in the wind. His crimson-gold eyes scanned the surrounding rooftops rather than watching her directly. "You can stop looking for an escape," he said without turning around. "I wasn't looking." "Yeah?" "I was calculating." He smirked a laugh. "That's somehow worse." Sera's hand slowly drifted toward the hidden knife in