Story 503: Night of the Dead

The heart of the Red Zone pulsed with an unnatural energy, its towering buildings silhouetted against a sickly green sky. The streets below were a graveyard of abandoned cars, debris, and bloodied corpses. Yet, the dead didn’t rest. They prowled, shuffling through the ruins of civilization.

Captain Marcus “Iron Will” Kane and the ZETU team moved cautiously through the chaos, their breath visible in the cold, damp air. The glow of the city’s distant fires illuminated their faces as they pressed deeper into zombie-infested territory.

“This place stinks of death,” Sergeant Jenna “Blaze” Hart muttered, her flamethrower slung across her back. “I’ve seen hell, but this... this feels worse.”

Detective Lila “Huntress” Navarro crouched beside an overturned car, inspecting a fresh trail of footprints leading into the shadows. “Captain,” she said over her comms, “we’ve got movement ahead. Human tracks—could be survivors, but they’re heading straight into the heart of the horde.”