The ZETU squad was back in the field. Reports had flooded in about a cluster of mutated zombies appearing near the industrial district. Witnesses described them as larger, faster, and eerily intelligent, but it was the glowing, hollow eyes that sent chills through even the most seasoned officers.
“ZETU, you’re on site. Proceed with extreme caution,” came Command’s voice through their comms.
The team stood before the decaying ruins of a once-bustling warehouse. A thick fog rolled across the ground, carrying the unmistakable stench of rot. Inside, low guttural snarls echoed through the rusted corridors.
Marcus “Iron Will” Kane motioned for the team to move forward. “No one takes a shot unless necessary. Riley, find high ground. Derek, stay close. Blaze, cover our six. We’re walking into the belly of the beast here.”