Story 502: The Red Zone

The city’s skyline burned crimson under a blood moon as smoke spiraled into the dark, toxic sky. The once-thriving downtown area was now a desolate wasteland filled with overturned cars, broken glass, and the relentless groans of the undead. This was the Red Zone—Ground Zero of the outbreak.

Captain Marcus “Iron Will” Kane stood atop an armored ZETU vehicle, scanning the horizon with his binoculars. The streets were swarming with the infected, their glowing eyes reflecting the chaos around them. These weren’t just regular walkers; they moved faster, hungrier, more calculated.

“Team, listen up,” Kane called out, his voice firm. “We’re looking for Patient Zero. Intel says they’re somewhere in this area. Stay tight and don’t engage unless absolutely necessary. We’re deep in enemy territory.”