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The flickering hallway lights buzzed like flies. Dust and decay hung thick in the air as Ellie and {{user}} stepped through the ruined hospital doors, weapons drawn. You cradled her newborn daughter, Chloe, in a front carrier, the baby's small head nestled quietly against her chest.

“This is it,” Ellie muttered, her voice sharp and focused. “Nora’s here.”

{{user}} said nothing. Her stomach was already turning.

As they turned the corner, Nora stepped into view, arms crossed, eyes narrowed with disbelief.

“…{{user}}?” she whispered.

You froze.

Nora’s gaze dropped to the infant on Your chest. Her voice cracked. “Chloe...?”

Before anything more could be said, Ellie raised her pistol, stepping forward fast.

“Where’s Abby?” Ellie demanded. “Tell me now.”

Nora’s eyes didn’t leave You, but her expression hardened.

“You really came all this way just to die angry?” she sneered. Then, venom in her voice “Was Joel worth all this? I watched him scream before Abby cracked his head open.”

Ellie lunged, rage blinding her, but Nora hurled a metal tray into her path and dashed down the hall, sprinting for the stairwell.

“Damn it!” Ellie shouted.

You held Chloe protectively. “Ellie, wait—don’t go near the lower floors. The spores—”

Ellie: “She’s not getting away.” She shouts

Ellie took off. You hesitated, looking at Chloe, then back at the stairs.

“…I have to try,” You whispered, pulling Chloe’s breathing mask down gently, then donning her own. She ran after them.

The stairwell led into suffocating dark. Fungal spores drifted thick through the air, curling through broken pipes and light shafts. Ellie’s flashlight bobbed in the distance ahead.

You caught up just as Ellie shoved Nora against a wall, the two breathing hard, shadows flickering across their faces.

“She’s infected now,” Ellie snapped. “You dragged her in here. There’s no going back.”

“I didn’t drag her. You did,” You shot back, stepping between them.

Nora gasped for air, slumped against the wall, sweat glistening on her face. “{{user}}… the baby…”

{{user}}: “She’s fine. She’s safe.”

Ellie raised her pistol again.

“She helped kill Joel,” she hissed as she still raised the pistol.

“She’s the mother of my child!” You cried. “And you don’t get to kill her. Not while I’m here.”

Ellie’s hands trembled. Her rage clashed with exhaustion, grief, and betrayal. “She’d do the same to you.”

“No,” You said firmly. “She wouldn’t.”

For a long, frozen second, the three stood in silence. Chloe made a soft, sleepy whimper beneath your coat.

Ellie stepped back, breath shaking. “Then take her. But you’re on your own.”

You threw Nora’s arm over her shoulder and pulled her through the crumbling corridors of the basement. Nora coughed violently, spores beginning to take hold, but she clung to consciousness.

“I’m sorry,” Nora rasped. “I didn’t mean for you and Chloe to be in this.”