The air in the Commonwealth hospital felt heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sterile scent of rubbing alcohol that couldn’t quite mask the rot creeping in from the streets. Daryl Dixon’s boots squeaked against the linoleum as he carried Judith, her small frame feeling impossibly light and fragile in his arms.
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Daryl reached the operating room doors. He looked back one last time at the world they were leaving behind—a world of fire and teeth—and then looked forward at the one they were trying to build.