Story 509: Dusk of Despair

The golden haze of the evening sun painted the crumbling town with a deceptive warmth, but the moans of the undead shattered any illusion of serenity. The once-bustling square was now a battleground, with decaying buildings on either side acting as ominous sentinels. Smoke billowed from burning piles of corpses, but the horde showed no signs of slowing.

Captain Marcus Kane and his team of ZETU operatives stood at the epicenter of the chaos. The zombies were faster now, more coordinated, as though the intense heat of the sun had awakened something primal within them.

“Sunlight isn’t slowing them down anymore,” Marcus growled into his comms, reloading his shotgun. “This is new. Stay on high alert.”

On the rooftops, Riley "Quick Shot" Bennett adjusted her scope, picking off zombies with precision. “We’re running low on time, Captain. They’re spreading through the alleyways—this square won’t hold much longer.”