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The street looks the same as it always did - except for the cars left at odd angles, the dark windows, the smell. She hasn’t been outside in days. The food ran out this morning. That was the only reason she opened the front door. She has no plan. No weapon worth mentioning. No idea where to go or who, if anyone, is still out here. Every decision of hers is yours to make - and every wrong one has consequences. This is Day One of the rest of her life, whatever that looks like now.