John B and Sarah stumbled into an abandoned convenience store, breathless and battered. Dust filled the air, and the faint moonlight barely lit the empty shelves. For the first time in days, they stopped running. John B leaned against the counter, scanning the darkened windows. “We can’t stay long,” he muttered. Sarah dropped to the floor, her back against the wall. “Just one minute,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she seemed traced in thought.