Frank and Lyla ran along a beach trail.


    Waves crashed—a cool gentle breeze. Glaring sun-rays burst through clouds.


    Fellow runners smiled at Lyla’s bustling energy and panting excitement.


    “Session completed.”


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    Frank unhooked Lyla and himself from the virtual exercise.


    He spoke commands.


    “Bunker Status.”


    A panel displayed—


    Hydroponics sufficient.


    Battery Recharging.


    Water Filtration Change—2.5 years.


    “World Status.”


    Infected—6.4 Billion.


    Estimated Total Infection—4 Months.


    Viral Dormancy—5.5 Years.


    Frank headed toward the kitchen.


    He paused, staring at a picture of his deceased family.


    “Come on, girl!” He clapped. “Breakfast!”


    Lyla ran up, wagged her tail, and barked.