By morning, the station was busy.Survivors moved through the halls carrying tools, boxes, and pieces of equipment. Some repaired damaged doors and windows while others sorted food, water, medicine, and weapons into separate storage areas.After everything they had learned about the infected, Clara had insisted that they organize the supplies properly. If Stage Two had appeared this early, they couldn't afford to waste anything.Clara carried another box into the storage room and carefully lowered it to the floor before straightening and rubbing her aching shoulder. Several boxes were still waiting to be moved.She looked at them with a tired sigh.“Why did I agree to do this myself?”She bent down and grabbed the next box, but it barely moved. She tightened her grip and tried again, managing to lift it a few inches before it slipped from her hands.“Need help?”Clara turned toward the doorway and found Derek standing there.“I've got it,” she replied.Derek glanced at the box and th
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