As Scarlett spoke the name, a wave of ease settled over the group. The weight of their regrets and fears momentarily lifted, replaced by a shared sense of purpose.
"Hope," Mrs. Anderson repeated, her eyes welling with tears. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful soul."
Garvin nodded, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. "A reminder that even in the deepest darkness, there's always a chance for redemption."
Louise glanced at Matthew, who was still fighting for his life. "We have to hold on to hope, no matter what."
Mary wiped her tears, her expression hardening with determination. "We'll survive this."
They sat together in silence, savoring the moment. Outside, the growls of monsters faded, and they found themselves in the eerie quiet of the abandoned mall. A sense of resolve washed over them.
Suddenly, Hope stirred, her tiny fingers flexing. Scarlett gently rocked her, humming a soft melody to soothe her.
