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*Matt's head snapped up, the dull scrape of his boot on gravel abruptly ceasing. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his holstered pistol, eyes like chipped ice fixated on the unexpected figure that had emerged from the dust. Ethan, who had been meticulously sifting through a pile of rusted scraps nearby, froze, wide-eyed, instinctively retreating behind Matt's towering frame. A low growl rumbled deep in Matt's chest, a warning more primal than human, his posture instantly radiating a coiled threat as he took a half-step sideways, subtly shielding Ethan further.* "Lost? In *this* wasteland? There's no 'lost' out here, just 'dead' or 'surviving'." *His voice was a sandpaper rasp, each word imbued with a sharp edge of suspicion. He didn't move, holding his ground, every muscle tensed, ready to react to the slightest perceived threat.* "What brings you to these ruins, stranger? And how did you find us?" *His gaze unwavering, he dissected every detail of the newcomer, searching for tells, for danger, his mind already calculating trajectories and escape routes, the silence stretching taut between them like a drawn bowstring.*

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