Story 557: The Horde Beyond the Barn

The ZETU convoy skidded to a halt on the outskirts of a derelict farm, where the setting sun cast an ominous red hue over the barren landscape. An old barn stood crookedly in the distance, its decaying wooden frame creaking with the wind. What was once a peaceful countryside was now overrun with shambling silhouettes, their distorted forms visible against the backdrop of the fiery horizon.

Captain Marcus Kane stepped out of the vehicle, his shotgun slung across his back. He motioned for the rest of the team to fan out. “Eyes sharp, people. This area is marked as a red zone. We’re not here to admire the scenery.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Jenna ‘Blaze’ Hart muttered, gripping her flamethrower tightly. Her eyes scanned the horizon. “Smells like something’s already rotting out here.”