Parking Lot – Basement Level 2, Unknown Building.
The air was stale and damp, filled with the lingering scent of fuel, rubber, and decay. Dim emergency lights flickered overhead, casting long, eerie shadows between the rows of abandoned vehicles.
Thomas and Erica moved cautiously, scanning their surroundings. Zombies could be anywhere.
"We should be careful," Erica whispered. "There might be some down here."
Thomas nodded, his grip tightening around his bat. "Let's keep our voices low. Where's your car?"
"Second level," she whispered back. "White Ford Territory. We need to take the ramp up."
Thomas gestured for her to move forward. "Lead the way."
They moved swiftly, their footsteps soft against the concrete floor. Several vehicles were either abandoned with doors wide open or had shattered windows, their insides stripped bare.
As they passed a black SUV, something inside shifted.
Thomas froze.