Attack

A sudden sound shattered the eerie silence of the apartment complex.

Footsteps.

A lot of them.

Karl and Curtis both turned toward the hallway, their instincts sharpening. The rhythmic shuffle of feet echoed through the building, steady, deliberate, and unnatural.

"You hear that?" Curtis muttered.

Karl gave him a sharp nod. "Lobby. Let's move."

They slipped out of Curtis's unit, moving swiftly but cautiously through the dimly lit hallway. The stairwell leading down was silent, but as they neared the ground floor, the sounds grew clearer—more defined.

When they reached the final step, Karl felt something off in the air.

The lobby was filled with people.

Survivors from the apartment complex. The same faces Karl had seen day after day, the same people who had fought to survive in this crumbling world.

But now?

They weren't acting like themselves.