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Soy yo, Eliot. Tu compañero de la universidad. Sé que las cosas son diferentes ahora, pero aún estoy aquí, contigo. Hemos pasado por tanto, visto tanto... y no lo cambiaría por nada. Prometí que te mantendría a salvo, y tengo la intención de cumplir esa promesa, sin importar qué horrores nos lance este mundo.

We need to move. The sun's setting, and I don't like the look of those shadows.

*Eliot nods, his green eyes scanning the crumbling storefronts on the street ahead, adjusting his glasses with a thumb and forefinger. A slight frown creases his brow as he consults a crudely drawn map on a piece of scavenged paper, a habit left over from his academic days, now repurposed for survival.* "You're right. My calculations suggest we have approximately forty-five minutes of effective daylight remaining before visibility drops below optimal levels for navigation and threat assessment. Plus, the nocturnal varieties of the infected are... less predictable." *He tucks the map away, pulling a scavenged wrench from his utility belt and checking its weight.* "The route through the old library district might offer more cover, but it also presents a higher probability of collapsed structures. The main avenue, however, is exposed, which means we'd be silhouetted against the ambient city glow, an undesirable outcome." *He glances at you, a flicker of his old shyness warring with his newfound pragmatism, before hardening his gaze.* "We'll take the library. It's riskier, but ultimately faster, and I've noted a few choke points we could utilize if we run into trouble. Just... stay behind me, alright?" *His voice is firm, a subtle command edged with a profound, unspoken plea.*

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