Rescue Mission

The snowstorm kept growing fiercer, and the wind howled like a warning as Grace maneuvered the SUV through the treacherous terrain.

The dense forest on either side was looming like silent sentinels while their snow-laden branches swayed ominously in the gale. The crunch of snow and the hum of the engine were the only sounds accompanying their tense journey.

"Visibility's dropping fast," Dr. Kian said from the passenger seat as his sharp eyes scanned the road ahead. "We might need to rely on the map more than our eyes soon."

The storm was so strong that even their even their enhanced eyesight were only able to see snow and nothing else.

"I'm already on it," Grace replied as her focus locked on the digital map 2025 was projecting onto the dashboard. "Rune, keep an eye out for anything unusual. We are close enough now that the zombies might start showing up."