Return to Base

The convoy of JLTV Oshkosh vehicles rumbled through the perimeter of MOA Complex, kicking up dust as they rolled past barricades and defensive structures. The once-bustling shopping district had been transformed into a heavily fortified military base, surrounded by layers of barbed wire, watchtowers, sandbags, and machine-gun nests.

The sounds of distant gunfire and explosions echoed through the night as summoned soldiers and local forces engaged lingering zombie threats outside the perimeter.

Inside the lead JLTV, Thomas sat silently, his head resting against the window, exhaustion finally creeping in. Erica, wrapped in the tarp, looked around in awe and confusion. This wasn't the MOA she remembered—it was a damn fortress.

"Jesus..." she murmured under her breath, eyes scanning the surroundings.