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Jaime presses his lips together and bows his head. "Not surprised she's gone. She was a troubled woman, and all of the help I tried to give her was wasted. Dillan had too much influence."

He opens the door and steps into the sterile-white third-floor hallway now littered with trash. The warm air carries the stench of the dead, and you step over the corpse of a teenage student, his body killed halfway into the infection's transformation. As you walk past the auditorium towards the teacher's lounge, you…