The ZETU team had barely escaped the horrors of the farmhouse when they received an urgent distress signal from a manor deep in the countryside. The building was perched atop a hill, silhouetted against a blood-red sky, its Gothic spires clawing at the heavens. Lightning forked across the darkening clouds, illuminating the long-abandoned structure.
“This place makes the farmhouse look like a picnic,” muttered Riley Bennett, adjusting her sniper rifle as the team approached.
Captain Marcus Kane stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. “Stay sharp. Intel says this manor was used as a quarantine site during the initial outbreak. There could be survivors... or worse.”
As they neared the gates, the team noticed the overgrown grounds littered with decaying bodies. Some were half-buried in the dirt, as if clawing their way out of shallow graves. Derek Coleman tightened his grip on his riot shield, his eyes scanning for movement.