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“Yes. And Paige was immune to the Infected’s bites in the future too.” “Of course she was. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.” His eyes are determined as he returns to the antechamber. “I have an idea, but I need to get some things. I don’t know how long it will take. Just…hang in there. Okay?” He presses his palm to the wall between us. “I love you.” I rest my hand in the same spot. “I love you too.” He turns away and dashes out of the room. I slump to the floor, wondering if I’ll ever see him again. Fatigue settles over me, but it’s not from the virus. It’s from knowing the end is coming for me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I wait for what seems like an eternity, drifting in and out of restless sleep, until my body becomes sore from lying on the hard floor. I get up,
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