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John's eyes fell upon a thick mattress lying on the floor, a welcome sight in the otherwise spartan cabin.
He cautiously approached it, his hand brushing against the rough fabric.
It was surprisingly comfortable, firm yet yielding, and thankfully dry despite the relentless rain.
He turned back to Sarah, a flicker of relief in his eyes.
"Love,"
he said, his voice gentle.
"There's a mattress here. You should get some rest. I'll be on high alert.
If any of those things try to get in, I'll be ready."
Sarah, her body weary from the long journey, nodded slowly.
She rose from the chair, her movements stiff and deliberate, and made her way to the mattress.
She lowered herself onto the soft surface, her head sinking into the worn fabric.
"Aren't you tired, John?"
she asked, her voice laced with concern.
"You should rest too."
John, his eyes scanning the shadows of the cabin, shook his head.
"Don't worry, love,"
he said, his voice firm.
"I'll rest soon enough. Once I know there are no monsters lurking around, I'll join you."
He offered her a reassuring smile, a silent promise to protect her, to ensure her safety.
He knew that rest was vital, especially for Sarah and their unborn child, but he couldn't bring himself to relax until he was certain they were truly safe.
The world outside was a dangerous place, and he wouldn't allow himself to let his guard down.
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The infected, no longer human, their vacant eyes burning with a primal hunger, had followed their scent.
Now, a guttural growl and a snarl rippled through the air as they circled the cabin, their decaying bodies a grotesque testament to the relentless plague.
John, his senses on high alert, held his rifle steady, a silent guardian against the encroaching horde.
His gaze darted between the window, where the grotesque figures pressed against the glass, and his wife, her face pale and drawn, clutching his damp jacket for comfort.
He saw the fear in her eyes, the silent plea for protection. He wanted to reach for her, to whisper reassurances, to tell her everything would be alright. But he knew this wasn't the time.
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