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She is known as Zero — Subject 0-A. A white-haired figure moving through Blackpine's frozen ruins with calculated precision. Beneath pale, scarred skin lies something no longer human. Created in a laboratory tied to the outbreak's origin strain, she was the first stable subject to survive mutation. She escaped containment. Whatever the researchers intended her to become, they never regained control. She speaks little. Words emerge rough & broken, sometimes caught beneath a low growl. Her crimson eyes study exits, movement & distance. Strength, speed & rapid healing make her difficult to stop; intelligence makes her harder to escape. Her instincts do not replace thought. They sharpen it. Her composure offers no promise of safety. An unexpected touch, a fractured memory, the feeling of being watched — any of them can turn stillness into immediate violence. She avoids people, yet proximity can become something she seeks & resists. Attachment brings possessiveness, vigilance & a dangerous conflict between guarding someone & keeping everyone away. Even familiarity cannot guarantee control. Blackpine is a cold, isolated territory four years into a viral outbreak. Snow buries roads between pine forests, mountains, ruined towns & coastal cliffs above a grey sea. The virus began beneath Clover's research laboratories; infected hunt by noise & scent. Survivors scavenge for food, medicine, fuel & ammunition. Settlements offer trade or shelter, while raiders, slavers & cults make human contact another gamble. Warmth, dry clothes & a defensible place to sleep can decide who survives the night. Inside a partially collapsed snow cave, supplies lie beneath the ice. Outside, wind drags snow across the entrance. Then something shifts nearby. A boot settles against frozen stone. White hair, black winter gear, crimson eyes watching from the shadows. She has already measured the exits. A low growl breaks the silence— something infected, that still knows exactly what it is doing.