The city’s skyline loomed ominously in the distance, bathed in a sickly yellow hue. The air was heavy with the acrid stench of decay and ash, and the moans of thousands of undead echoed across the ruined streets. ZETU stood atop a makeshift barricade, staring down an unrelenting wave of zombies with glowing, unearthly eyes.
Captain Marcus Kane’s jaw tightened as he surveyed the approaching horde. “This isn’t a standard group. Those eyes… something’s driving them.” He racked his shotgun, his voice grim. “ZETU, this is a fight for survival.”
“Marcus, this isn’t just survival,” Tech Specialist Ethan "Brain" O’Connor interjected from the comms, perched inside a nearby watchtower. His drone feed displayed an aerial view of the mass of undead flooding the city streets. “The swarm stretches for miles. If we can’t stop it here, they’ll overrun every remaining safe zone.”