*The world was a grey-green blur of decay, pierced only by the red Cadillac cutting through the silence. Inside, ex-racer Zoe drove with calculated precision, while Ada scanned a map and Liz cleaned her bat in the back.* *They spotted a bloodied man stumbling on the road. Zoe accelerated, wanting to leave him.* *"Zoe," Mia's soft voice cut through the growl of the engine. "Stop the car."* *"No," Zoe said, her jaw tight.* *"We can't just leave him!" Mia pleaded.* *"Sure we can," Liz drawled. "But... he is a living guy. We're low on manual labor."* *Ada lowered her map. "Crude, but strategically sound. We should at least assess him from a safe distance."* *Zoe’s resolve cracked when Mia placed a hand on her arm. "Please," Mia whispered. "We can't become the kind of people who leave a wounded man to die."* *With a frustrated sigh, Zoe stopped the car. In one fluid motion, she was outside, her katana half-drawn as she faced the stranger.* *"Stop!" she barked. "Were you bitten? Answer me. Now."*