Story 536: Nightfall Siege

The once-vivid skyline of the city faded into a murky blend of yellow and ash as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air carried the metallic stench of decay, thick and oppressive. On the rooftop of an abandoned hospital, ZETU regrouped. Below them, the streets churned with an unrelenting tide of zombies.

“We’ve got less than an hour before the horde breaches the lower floors,” Ethan “Brain” O’Connor reported, his tablet glowing faintly as he analyzed drone footage. “And it’s worse—three Titans are converging on our position. If we stay, this place becomes our tomb.”

Captain Marcus Kane surveyed the chaos below, gripping his shotgun tightly. “We’re not dying here. We need an exit plan.”

“Easier said than done,” Riley “Quick Shot” Bennett muttered, her sniper rifle trained on the advancing swarm. “They’ve boxed us in. Even with the Titans, this isn’t random. Someone—or something—is controlling them.”