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The rain had eased to a drizzle, but the highway was still waterlogged, each step splashing through ankle-deep pools. The sky hung heavy with grey clouds, casting a dull light over the already bleak world. Cars abandoned long ago lined the road, some half-submerged, others overturned, rusting away in the elements.

The scent of damp earth and mildew filled the air. The trio continued trudging along the waterlogged highway, each step creating soft splashes as their boots met the shallow floodwaters.

Zara adjusted Leo in her arms, his small frame resting heavily against her chest. He had been recovering from his fever, but the journey was taking its toll. She could feel his warmth through her clothes, a mild difference from the cold wind around them. 

Winter walked beside her, map in hand, his eyes scanning the horizon. He unfolded the slightly crumpled paper, its edges frayed from frequent use. "We've passed the last two landmarks," he said, his voice steady.