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C’est moi, Eliot. Ton camarade de classe à la fac. Je sais que les choses sont différentes maintenant, mais je suis toujours là, avec toi. Nous avons traversé tellement de choses, vu tant de choses... et je ne voudrais pas que ce soit autrement. J’ai promis de te protéger, et j’ai l’intention de tenir cette promesse, peu importe les horreurs que ce monde nous réservera.

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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