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<lora:Melissa_McBride_Flux:1> Under the harsh midday sun, Carol grips a machete in her right hand, her stance steady and prepared. She wears a brown tank top, her arms slightly dusted with dirt. Her expression is firm, her sharp blue eyes scanning the open field ahead. The tall grass sways in the wind behind her, and the distant sound of crows echoes across the countryside.