The eerie glow of dusk faded, leaving the team submerged in an oppressive darkness that seemed alive. The twisted branches of dead trees surrounded the ZETU squad, their skeletal outlines clawing at the pale sky. The mist thickened, swirling like smoke with an unnatural sentience. It was deathly silent—no birds, no wind, just the crackling of burning debris in the distance and the unsettling groans of approaching zombies.
“Keep your eyes sharp,” Captain Marcus Kane growled, his voice cutting through the tension. His shotgun gleamed faintly in the dim light, ready to dispatch whatever emerged from the void.
“Something’s... wrong here,” muttered Officer Riley “Quick Shot” Bennett, her sniper rifle aimed at the horizon. “These aren’t normal infected. Look at their silhouettes.”