Story 547: Toxic Grounds

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the sprawling wasteland of the industrial zone. The air reeked of decay and chemicals, and an eerie green mist clung to the ground. Amidst the desolation, the team of the Zombie Eradication Tactical Unit (ZETU) advanced cautiously, their boots crunching on shattered concrete and debris.

“Ethan, what’s the radiation readout?” Marcus asked, his voice steady despite the oppressive atmosphere.

Ethan’s voice crackled through the comms. “It’s bad, Captain. The Geiger counter’s going crazy. Stay out of that mist—it’s laced with toxic residue. Prolonged exposure isn’t an option.”

“Great,” Jenna muttered, her flamethrower at the ready. “Because zombies weren’t bad enough—now we’ve got poison fog.”

“Eyes up,” Lila warned, her pistols trained on the shadows ahead. “I’ve got movement, two o’clock.”