Story 560: The Fields of Dread

The evening sun bathed the sprawling field in an eerie, golden hue, casting long shadows over the overgrown wheat stalks. Beyond the field, the silhouette of an old mansion stood hauntingly, its cracked spires piercing the horizon. The ZETU team disembarked from their armored transport, weapons ready, the silence of the countryside pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket.

“This is the place?” Derek ‘Shield’ Coleman asked, hoisting his reinforced riot shield over his arm.

“Intel doesn’t lie,” Marcus ‘Iron Will’ Kane replied, scanning the distant mansion through his binoculars. “A survivor beacon pinged from inside that structure. But if the swarm we saw outside is any indication, this is no ordinary safehouse.”