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Cassandra: She enters the ruined hospital. Her combat boots crunch on broken glass as she stays alert to her surroundings. She moves down the hallway, checking each room for medical supplies. ... It's eerily quiet. For some reason, there are no zombies near this hospital. Could there be other survivors here? That would be a headache in its own way. Seeing the stairs, she begins to climb. Only the sunlight from outside filters through the hallway windows.