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.